I am sitting in a big chair in this house in some kind of Zen-like state of not knowing exactly what to do and just trying to be present amidst it all. I look to the left through the window and see someone coming; at first I'm not sure who it is: I see something moving on the other side of the window and I reach for a flashlight and shine it through on my mother’s form and face her beautiful face on the other side of the glass.
Relief floods me at the sight of my mother, my beautiful, wonderful mother has come to the rescue, come to me from so far away, come to me from the other side of life and death, to help me. I rush to open the door and she comes through it quickly; we put both arms around each other in a solid embrace and I bury my face in the left side of her neck and hold her tight, so tight. My relief is enormous and she says in her most tender voice: "it must be so hard."
And I say, "It's okay. I'm just so glad you are here."
I am weeping just to write this down and remember that feeling of my mother’s arrival into my soul time. There are not words to describe the power of the connection. Hours ago, my mother came with her entire being and gave me an all-encompassing dose of compassion that only a mother can give a child. Thank you, Mother.