Mom has been asking this question of everyone, nurses, ministers, her kids; all say, "Well, I guess God must not be ready."
"He's stubborn," she says.
"Well, you are, too, Mom," we say back.
From the way she seems today, that stubborn ole' God is relenting.
Bill, who spent the night here in her room at the hospital, said that she slept peacefully, but when she woke up, she seemed to have a fever, her breathing was erratic, and she seemed to be delirious. He texted Peg and me, who were at her house having morning coffee and getting ready to come to the hospital anyway. We got here quickly and saw that
She is definitely weaker today. Hospice organization is sizing up her status to be tranported to the Hospice House.
A musical thanatologist came with her harp and played very soothingly for about a half hour. We warned her not to get confused when the harp music began. It's not angels at the pearly gates.
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