Life, and what follows ...

Today we went visit a family member that is in the terminal stage of cancer. She was always a great hostess and made sure that when you visit, you lack nothing, and she is trying to ensure that it still happens, even if she is bedridden and cannot feed herself. She make sure that you lack nothing, that you eat enough and that you have enough soda or coffee to drink and cookies to eat.

But to see her like that, at 35kg, not able to feed herself, is heart breaking. But in her words, "I do not want anybody to say that they did not enjoy the visit, do not cry...". But for Wehan it was too much, he chatted with her a bit and then started crying and retreated to the car where he stayed for the rest of the day. Marnus on the other hand sat at the end of the bed at times and held her hand. He is like Hanlie, full of compassion and not afraid to show it.

I did not like it, I saw my own mother pass on like that when I was 12 and I still do not like to see that. But she is ready, she made her peace with the Lord and is ready to go, she is just not ready to give up yet. She does not want to sleep, and she does not want to be without people, she want someone to be there when she pass on.

She quoted the same scripture the my mother did before she passed on, Psalm 23. An indeed, when it comes down to the wire, it is just you and God and no-one else. Only He can comfort you, only He can bring peace.

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