Losing a parent is hard. I am struggling to find the words to convey my feelings to my mother, when I see her for the last time. It is a gift to have the chance to say goodbye and incalculably difficult. I will miss her daily.
I love her. I am grateful to her for all of the sacrifices she made for me. And I will remember her voice, her name, her wisdom, her positivity, and her presence.
I am struggling to fathom a world without her in it.
And, of course, her dying puts my mortality into a focus I have not previously known.