Mountain Ash, you have an incredible talent of putting into words how one feels. Reading them, and knowing you understand is more comforting then you could ever know. I came home after spending 6 hours with my mother, and my husband didn’t even ask me how she is. So it was especially comforting for me to read your words.

I gave her liquids every ten minutes. I also sponge bathed her, changed her sweaty nightgown, threw on fresh sheets, without the hot filling. Every 10 minutes I laid a cool facecloth on her brow.

I held vigil, as I watched her breath. Many times I thought it was her last breath. But lo and behold, her fever broke. Her hands are so thin so very frail. I inherited her hands, and know that someday mine will look just the same.

Yes, her fever broke.

And now all I can do is pray, just pray that she is at peace, and even if it means the good Lord will take her.