Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
God bless Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa Jonas and Grandma and Grandpa Clayton
and thank you for Jesus. Amen
I flash back on that prayer taught by my mother and father to my brother and I, as my mother is in her last day or so of life (here in my home).
I held her hand and prayed The Lord's Prayer for her with son Patrick a couple hours ago. She was smiling and looking to the heavens with such contentment, somehow ignoring her body and somewhat labored breathing. She doesn't seem to need the body any more.
Oops! She overcame the labored respirations and it's now 2/1/2018--I started this post in September, 2016. I'm amazed at her resilience and whatever has sustained her life to be entering her 21st month in hospice care.
What is the secret ingredient that has some dying and others living? She is bedfast and totally dependent on others for everything outside of her body.