I was with my Mother when she died

[noel711]

11. It is an honor, a blessing and holy...

to be present when a soul passes from this labored life
into the other place.

You were doing holy work, and you are privileged;
not everyone knows the power of what you've done.

Hospice 'work' is soul work, and an honor of the universe.

Blessed be you, and Jeane..

Tears? I believe our tears at those times are signs
of the presence of the holy one.
It's the loss of the old relationship
but the birth of a new one.

Thank you blue, for your story, and sharing your life.