When I read LBD blogs of the dying process, it is nothing other than horrible.  From the beginning, this is the thing I’ve dreaded the most.  It’s a horrific death.

I have prayed that my mother would die peacefully.  Or some other way than choking, gasping for breath or needing a feeding tube and doctors saying no.

His grace is sufficient for what may come.

But I pray for my mother, a different kind of departure.