I’ve been resting with my eyes closed listening to you breathe. I don’t know when your breaths will stop.
Why do I find such comfort?
Yet, I do.
With each breath you breathe, I am reminded of life.
With each breath you breathe, I am reminded of my own mortality.
With each breath you breathe I think of the Holy Spirit breathing peace into my soul when every other part of me is breaking.
As long as you breathe, I have you with me.
Keep breathing, mom, just a little longer.
I’m not ready to say goodbye.
