It is a beautiful day. Sunny, bright, inviting. I sit beside her and listen. The med’s provide comfort for the throes. The Hospice Nurse just departed. The time is near. Really? ‘Yes’ she says. ‘A few hours at most’.
I wonder if that bright sunshine is somehow visible to this little girl? I know darn well she’d be thinking of pruning those roses back and weeding in preparation for those geraniums in the front porch pots.
We planted them together last Spring, but she will have to trust me to do it this Spring.