The horrid "wrenching of a soul" from earth, described with such eloquence and feeling that even gods and angels cry at the hearing.
This brought back such imagery for me, the would be healer, always so helpless in the face of fate.
When my father "crossed-over", we had to decide as a family, to "pull the plug" on his life support. After the roller coaster of hopes and fears from the previous week, it was still so very, very hard.
When my grandmother "passed away" it seemed even worse. If ever there was a person whom I thought would have a "first class ticket" to the kingdom, it was her. A true Christian in the biblical sense, as sinless as one ever gets, who never said an unkind word in her life. Yet, why should she have suffered so, with cancer, and for so long? Even the dead or dying on the battlefield receive more mercy.
I guess what I'm saying is I've been there too, in the leather chair, more times than I'd care to recall, and I want ya to know that you're not alone.
Wishing you, and your Mum, the best in thought and prayer.
"The rose, like the cactus flower, protects herself with thorns. We however, impale ourselves on their beauty."