Today they moved my mother from ICU and removed all of the extra-ordinary life support. She then passed on surrounded by her family, who, with the support of a hospital chaplain, were praying for her.
I know it was what she wanted, but that makes it no easier.
It’s times like this that a million thoughts flood through my mind. My brain understands that it was her time. My emotional self is just plain not happy with things. My spiritual self accepts that we’re all just passing through this life as a journey to where we really belong.
It would be easier if each self was neatly compartmentalized, or if at the very least all three wouldn’t try to talk at the same time.
But that’s how God made us – intellectual, emotional and spiritual.
Isn’t that just like God?
Wouldn’t it be terrible to have a palette with only one color? He gave us three, and like the primary colors of red, blue and yellow, the spiritual, intellectual and emotional can combine to create an entire spectrum.
I guess it’s knowing that He’s got things under control that helps me today.
I love you, Mom, and I’ll miss you.