Spiritual Security

Breathless

I came across those two words as I was reading the Mitch Albom book, Tuesdays with Morrie.

I have had two paperback editions of his book for years in my home, but, now as my soon-to-be 101-years-old mom (26 days from now) is about to leave this earth, did I made purchase of an online version and read it in an afternoon.

Those two words describe well, my feelings about her “leaving.”

She, rarely, has that flicker of recognition, on FaceTime, as to who I am, much less whose I am: her son!

Yet just her presence on this spinning ball gives me the spiritual security that her very existence has always provided.

Spoiler alert: Morrie died of ALS. Reading those words of Morrie sucked me into a vortex of fear, impending loneliness, and breathlessness, as if I am suffering from the end stages of the ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis).

I am breathless as I type these words.

Maybe not best for her, but I want my mom to be with me on this earth for as long as I am on it.

Alas…