April 14th, 2018

 In my mama's bed on this lazy, wet morning.  Looking outside her bedroom window as the rain comes down and birds are chirping. Laying flat on my belly with my head turned toward the treetops covered in fog and my hands tucked under me.  I can't be in this position without thinking of mom. We  had a lot of similarities, two  of them were our love of baths and how we slept. This was one of her favorite positions. In one of her last moments of clarity before she went unconscious, with a determination in her voice, she asked  me to get her on her stomach.  She had been on her back for weeks. With help from my sisters we managed to turn her on her belly.  It was difficult because at this stage she was nearing death and unable to move her body or her head by herself. I somehow knew this was her last surge of energy.  She was choosing herself  (thankfully), and wanting to be in that position that brought her comfort. ​ We were only able to keep her in that position for a short time for safety reasons but it was just enough to satisfy her.