My mom’s not in hospice yet. She’s in rehab but doing poorly. I too was thinking about what I could do. So far I’ve been thinking about process and change. Maybe water — filling her glass and saying a silent prayer for her comfort? We all live in the same place so I’ve been taking extra effort to clean and organize — making ready in the apartment but also inside me. Growing old and dying is not an end. I’ve always been fond of the coins to pay the ferryman. So, maybe making a token or choosing the jewelry she will be buried with? Once I read about a potter who made a jar out of clay to hold her sorrow — when it was full she put the lid on it and went on with her life. Another favorite is planting a tree or bush to honor the life but also to carry it on for the generations (much better then a tomb stone!) — even better if it produces fruit or flowers. I’ll keep thinking about this.
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
–Bill Watterson
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