The Spectrum of Death hovered; his shadow lingered in the far recesses of our mind. He would step forward from the shadows when we are the most vulnerable. Choreographing the dance with death, is a mindful acceptance there will be a last dance. Living with that acceptance will free the patient and their loved ones to embrace each precious moment as if it were their last.
Mom and I talked, then I wheeled her down to the roaring river. We stopped along the way, and listened, the songbirds were chirping happily as they went about the task of setting up house. I reached up to pick a pussy willow. The promise of spring filled the air. We captured the moments, and kept them close to our heart. This would be a formidable shield against the specter of death..