September 28, 2015

The Raw Places

My mom died at 2am Saturday. I took this photograph five hours later. It reminds me of the vigil we kept for mom. On the hospice floor, we held a 12-hour vigil. The last few hours, we literally encircled her with love--me lying in bed with mom, hand on her heart; my sister sitting by mom's side, stroking her forehead; dad, bowed forward, holding mom's feet; my other sister soothing dad's hands and my feet. It was a circle of love and awareness. She resisted for hours, but then died with some ease. It was difficult, but deeply important and valuable. I have no regrets. 

My heart is filled with both love and sorrow. These are the raw places of which we don't often speak. I'm vulnerable. My heart is cracked open--to the grief and to the beauty. This life is so very precious.



  1. Dear Joy, May she rest peacefully and may your heart find a little bit of ease through this very sad time. I'm so sorry for your loss. xo

  2. Beautiful post, Joy.
    Much love to you and your family...

  3. Hugs, Joy. I'm so sorry for your loss.

  4. Holding you in my heart Joy, you and your sisters and your dad - all of you. It sounds like you honoured her beautifully. May you take time to honour and be kind to yourself sweet lady. Sitting with you x

  5. Thanks for your love, support, and kindness. Thanks for your understanding. Warm hugs to you all! (And warm hugs right back to our own selves. :))