Easter Sunday brought a new day of experience together. She was so weak. The hospice nurse called and came by. Her heart rate was quite high as if running a marathon. Her throat was quite raspy. We caught up on sleep and ate and spent the day together with Mom and Dad. We quickly gathered and started texting spouses. One by one they arrived until all who could were here.
We packed the bedroom and held our breath as we struggled to watch Dad at her bedside anticipate her passing. Dad started talking. He started with their wedding and continued on with their young married life and spoke for quite some time. It was very emotional and wonderful. Hours later, mom seemed to be stronger. Indeed, she was. Her heart rate increased and compensated for her failing body.
We bedded down for another sleep over and it was equally enjoyable especially for those who stayed up talking and sharing.
She made it through another night. Here it is Monday morning. Duties of work, children's schedules and Mary and Tom returning home feel heavy.
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