Fragrant lilies, from our garden, stand on the shelf in mom's hospital room where she lays fragile in her bed.
Two days ago we thought that the end was near, and it was okay; she was in pain and having trouble breathing. The ambulance took her to the hospital. Now she lays bright eyed in bed.
We are gifted, again, with more time. Showered with her love. Blessed by her smile. Thankful for her words.
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