The wait...the watch...the vigil. My healthy...vibrant...very-alive mom died without ever regaining consciousness.
I struggle for words - the right ones.
It isn't supposed to happen this way. And - perhaps - it is. I have endless questions and only one answer.
This is life.
We live. We love. We let go.
Two weeks - to the day - from the wedding...we'll return and gather again.
There's comfort in knowing that her last conscious memory is a one of her family all together and smiling. This time - we'll be crying. From joy to sorrow.
And all of our love.
Roselle Klein-Abramowitz: 1937 -2014
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Thank-you'all for your kind words...prayers...love and support. I wish I could respond to each and every one of you individually..but do know that I've read and received everything and all.
In the meanwhile - I'll be away from my computer while honoring the traditional Jewish seven-day period of mourning.