It might have been funny. Well, actually it was funny. The six of us, seven if you count Mom, plus 2 laptops, an oxygen machine, an Ipad, a Kindle, 2 blackberries, 4 cell phones and, oh yes, even a jigsaw puzzle, crowded in a makeshift boot camp/slumber party/vigil in Moms tiny room at Parker Oaks.
Grieving family gone high tech.
Except we did not skype. Crap, we could have skyped.
Just like old times
we joked about passing gas
endured stinky feet (wait, I guess I didn't say anything because I'm about 99% sure it was my feet)
climbed over each other countless times
played musical chairs with the winners ending up in one of the 2 broken down recliners and the losers in the metal folding chair.
reminisced about whatever came to mind
And every chance possible drew close to Mom, stroked her forehead, hands, arms, shoulders
And had plenty of time to tell her over and over, how much we loved her and what a great mom she was.
Tears seeped from her eyes when we sang
Tears flowed down her cheeks this morning.
She heard and felt everything.
She slipped peacefully in the arms of her Savior at 10 am this morning.
What a glorious resurrection gift.
That right now feels like an inconsolable loss