My beautiful sister, Laura, will be discharged from the hospital today, hospice has been arranged.
Her daughter flew in yesterday, two weeks ahead of their planned visit, her son came home from college.
Our youngest sister is making her way back from Alaska.
Tomorrow I’ll take food, love, God and prayers, and leave my tears at home.
All six of us sisters will begin to gather, moving in and out from her large porch into her house, to be near and out of the way, as needed. We’ll gather around her. We’ll gather around her brokenhearted husband and children. We’ll gather around her sweet dogs. We’ll gather around our mom. We’ll gather around one another.
Hard days are ahead.