the end is nigh, but not yet here.
and while i wait, i pray.


my grandma is in pain. she is crying and fidgeting in a restless, uncomfortable way. it eats into my mother. this isn't how we planned to watch her go. it hurts so much more than i expected.

i'm asking God to make her comfortable, painless, peaceful, for her last days here with us. i'm asking God very fervently. pray with me too, please. please pray.

i learned to feed her through the tube and turn her using a drawsheet today. i have to step it up again. my mother is vulnerable as a gaping wound now and she must not feel like she is bearing this alone.