she’s in another dimension

  Note: I wrote this post six years ago when my mom lay dying in hospice. I am reposting it now because it is Easter.  And at Easter, I think about my mom’s death – and her resurrection.  I think about the transition she made: life to death, then death to life.  It makes me think about that greeting my mom received when Christ welcomed her home.  Makes me want that greeting too. “She’s in another dimension,” Marita said. She was the hospice nurse who had just come in to… Continue reading she’s in another dimension