My Neighbor Died
My neighbor died this morning. She was elderly and she had been very sick all this week so it was to be expected. Still, now that it's happened, it's brought a sadness to our community. She was a good neighbor. We got along well.
Her daughters said that often in conversation, their mom would say, "Wait," and then tell them something she thought of. She had told them before she died how she wanted them all to get along together and take care of each other, things they already knew, really. And just before she slipped away, she said, "Wait!" And the daughter said, "No more waiting, Mom. It's time now."
It's hard to let someone go, to give them permission to die, but in this case, the daughters believed that it was a blessing of God to end her deep suffering. Another friend told me at the beginning of February that when you really love someone who is suffering so much, it is out of love that you let them go. Part of me understands this, but part of me sees only the loss. Today I see the empty house and I am sad.
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