Last week when mother slept for two days straight and didn't get out of bed for three, I thought for sure that she had decided to go. Especially when I watched her sleep with limbs as limp as a doll and her breathing a mere 12 breaths per minute. I even got Rob to pick up a bouquet of roses for her as I started to prepare myself for the ritual of anointing her left over body.

Then on the weekend we received word that Liese made her transition to the other side and mother took that bit of news in her usual way. "Good for her" she exclaimed and then she expressed her wishes again that we should not mourn her passing when it comes but rejoice in the knowledge that she is with her beloved Jesus, St Germain and God her father.   

Monday Birgit came for a two day visit and while we had one real good night's sleep on Monday night, the last two nights have been rather challenging. It seems mother is quite agitated. Returning from her dream/travels she is quite disoriented and sits up with eyes darting about amazed at how similar this place is to her "other" shambala.  She woke up every hour or so just to make sure that she is not alone.  

Then today she surprised me by asking to be taken to county park where we watched the waves on Haro Strait for a while before she wanted to go on to Friday Harbor to do some more shopping for supplies. Any excuse to stay in the car a little longer.

I sure was not about to refuse her, she did say once that she wanted to die in her boots and that is the worst that could happen if I take her out. Nevertheless by the time we returned home she was glad to find her way back onto the couch. So her path continues to wind back and forth between this world and that and I am sticking by her side as best I can, accommodating her moment to moment so that she can focus on her internal preparations. Who is to judge what all is part of that process.

On a beam of light,
Thomas