Mother had passed away in the early evening of September 21.
I remember the poem that I knew from my dying sister 18 years ago.
When we have done all the work we were sent to earth to do,
we are allowed to shed our body-which imprisons our soul like a cocoon encloses the future butterfly-
and when the time is right we can let go of it and we will be free of pain,
free of fears and worries-free as a very beautiful butterfly,
returning home to God which is a place where we are never alone-where we continue to grow and to sing and dance,
where we are with those who loved (who shed their cocoons earlier) and where we are surrounded with more Love than you can ever imagine!
My mother suffering from bladder cancer / 母が入院