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.