I am not a robot and have feelings about losing my hero, icon and beloved Mom to cancer. Family and outside observers might see that I am not crying or showing my emotions visually. Yet, I assure you that I do feel the turmoil.
Peace in my mind and emotions only come from a history of dealing with death and horrible health outcomes in my own life. Losing my Father at 2 months, dear Granny at 6, more recently my career dreams to MS, or multiple sclerosis. Then our dear Uncle Richard a few years ago had the emotional state all but spent and ready to deal with all.
A lifetime of deaths of grandparents, parents, Aunts and Uncles and chosen careers is a thing we face and might face one day. As stated in the second of these posts, my turn to Islam imbues me with a great deal of faith that helps with current conditions. Mom is needed here for her love and caring senses, but she has done so much and more than we could ask her for.
If now she needs to be at peace and pass into a better phase of life, then we ought to welcome and feel at peace with the end that we all face.