2 Timothy 4:7
Mom found her way home last Friday, February 15, 2019.
Home to her family of 15, home to her husband Evan, and home to her Savior, Jesus Christ.
It was time for the dementia to take a hike and for Pauline to feel freedom from her physical restraints.
Mom went peacefully in her sleep, a blessing that most of us desire when it’s our time.
Brother and I will say our final goodbyes on Saturday morning, surrounded by the love, comfort and support I have felt for the last week from family, friends, co-workers and church peeps.
I am so very thankful to the many aides, nurses, doctors, social workers and hospice staff that took care of her the last nine years. They are a special group of people who serve a higher purpose on earth, caring for the elderly, sick and dying.
It’s been an up-and-down week, one filled with memories, tears, laughter, support from friends and family, and a reason to eat lots of chocolate.
Considering mom’s former KitKat habit, I think she would approve of the latter.
For those of you who think this will be my last ever mom post, guess again.
There’s more to come as I have a life time of memories and more photos to share of the mom who I will always remember with love and a smile.