I have been busy these few days. I have been visiting my mother each day. I sit with her, hold her hand, talk to her about things, and kiss her on the cheek and forehead. I don't know if she knows I am there or not or if she can hear me, but it doesn't matter to me as I know I am there for her and hopefully I am comforting her in some way.
Some of you may or may not know, but the dead talk to me from time to time. I have a deal with them that they only speak to me when I speak to them first. I can see my mother from time to time above her bed, but she keeps drawing herself back in. Everyone has visited her and told her that they will miss her, but they are OK with her moving on. Yet she holds on. I'm at a loss as to why. She has always told me she didn't want to live like this, yet she holds on? There is something keeping her here and I have yet to find out what that is. My Grandmother Liz her mother is now at her bedside. I see her bend down and whisper to her from time to time, but can't hear what she is saying. I was glad she showed up on mothers day. I wished her a happy mothers day.
I have talked to her about her heavenly father and how he is waiting for her to return to him. I've had conversations with her about Jesus and the sacrifice he made so she can be with him. I have told her that they have prepared her house for her and she has, but to leave the body in order to return to her real home and wait for the rest of us and meet with those who have already gone before her. There was a song on one of her CD's today and the lyrics talked about a woman holding on and the Angels around her bed waiting to take her home. I played that song a couple of times for her and told her to listen to it as they were speaking to her.
I am conflicted about how much I talk to her about moving on. I want to keep her here with me forever, but I know that isn't possible. Yet I still feel some guilt about trying to get her to move on. I love her and want her to live forever, but this is not life right now for her. This is prolonged death something she never wanted, but I am at a loss as to help her move on.
As each day passes I try to think of the next thing she may be holding on for. It was first her birthday on May 1st, then Mothers day and now it could be the birth of her Great Grandson or Her Grandson Ryan's (My eldest son) birth day then there is my fathers birthday on June 1st. Since she has not eaten or drank anything since Tuesday I can't see how her body will be able to last much longer. She seems to be very comfortable and not in pain, but I can't seem to communicate with her as she is still very much alive. When the time comes it is my hope to speak with her again, but I have a feeling I won't be able to see her like most. It has been my experience that those who are so close to us are not available to us after death as it would keep them alive in our minds and we would not be able to grieve and move on. I hope I am able to see and hear her, but understand if that is not possible.
The staff at Gilchrist are wonderful with her. They come in and talk to her and tell her everything they are about to do before they do it. Not that there is much for them to do other then administer pain meds, but they do shift her around so she doesn't get bed soars and they bathe her each day. They are so sweet and gentle with her. They are also checking on us all the time as well asking if we need anything or how we are holding up. It is a very nice place with wonderful people.
Its now 2 am and I need to go to bed so I can get up and go see my mother again and give my father a break. Again conflicted as I want to see her, but don't want to see her the way she is. I want her to rest and be one with her holy father and have no more pain and only joy for all eternity, but it is her decision when she will go and nothing we can do about it. Mom I love you and will see you tomorrow.

This is a picture of me, my mom and my cousin Garland.
Night all....