Abba! My sister Debbie is dying.
I intellectually knew that fact both times I saw her recently, and now that fact is powerfully present in real-time, most likely within hours. I have no regrets about seeing her recently, even though she likely had little, if any, idea or appreciation that I was there.
Still, there are a couple of memories from those visits. On the first day, when she did focus for a millisecond on my face, she blurted out, "You look like my sister." 💔 Later in the same visit but on the next day, she caught sight of my face again and commented, "You look wonderful today!"
Maybe not. Maybe her dementia affects her vision and her judgment. But whatever the explanation, I will cherish those comments.
I will also remember with affection the time spent with her grandchildren. I hurt for them and for their father in this loss. I don't believe I can fill her place, and I don't believe it is an appropriate role for me to assume. I do believe that there may be a role I can fill, and I will wait for Your direction.
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