After the Saints victory on Sunday, I barely had time to celebrate. I knew that I would be on a plane Monday morning to visit my mom for one last time. She has been deteriorating for the last few weeks to the point that she is really no longer eating and barely drinking. She will not be put on life-support, and she is on morphine to ease the physical pain.
I saw her last night once I got into town. My sister Patty has been an angel taking care of mom for the last year—she picked me up and we both went to visit mom. Mom looked so frail—skeletal and ashen. But she did lighten up when I arrived, and I was happy to see this. I will visit her daily this week.
I hope I help ease her pain and quicken her journey to the other side. She is so strong—but I know she really wants to die. I just want her to go in peace. I hope my visit enables that to happen.