As time moves on and I consider my next birthday - my 70th, the end of life becomes increasingly...interesting.
Yesterday I visited mom again on her deathbed, wondering...just wondering. Wondering, loving, mourning. It isn't an easy visit.
Last night I dreamed mom and I were decorating a room with gold metallic fabric, which shone magnificently as we artfully draped it in the sunlight.
A comforting mystery, eh?