One Last Time

Her eyes glazed over, but still very beautifully blue. She started to shrug her emaciated shoulders ever so slightly….not in a jolting way but more of a calming way. I was reaching for that strong pulse that once was so regular and vibrant, but now it had become dull and weak. As she started taking her last peaceful breaths with her family around her, I urged her to take the Holy Spirit’s hand and that He would bring her to our Lord Jesus Christ. Being afraid was not part of this equation. I whispered in her ear I love you I loved you, I love you,,,,,and ALL IS WELL.. ..a mantra we had said many times together during this journey. I had had the chance as many of my family members did , to bring her to that glowing brilliant love and become one with it again….bringing so much holiness and love she had shared with me. She had taught me how to love and embrace that star and make it something magical, brilliant and exquisite exponentially. I kissed her forehead and just sat with her, finally not struggling, I reached for that pulse one more time ……… you always do ,..,.,..just one more time, Be free momma,