Today was a busy day that didn't need an over-long board meeting at the end of it. (I was at the church from 6-10 p.m. today; we had coffee and dessert to start the Xmas meeting, a photo, then the chair did not keep this train on track well, AND we had to approve next year's budget, almost line by line. Then 3 or 4 of us cleaned up after, dishwashing, etc.)
I have a very dear church friend, not just church, but various groups (and I've known her for 20 years), and she lives close, so Lucy and I often stop by for a few minute chat in the afternoon, particularly in the summer. Turned 92 August last, so good innings, interesting life, what have you. English, so common 'language', so to speak, about our ancestral homeland. Diagnosed with an aggressive stage 4 ovarian cancer, already metastatic, in September. No real treatment options. She entered hospice last week, and in consultation with her doctor, has chosen Friday, 10:15 a.m. to pass, with MAID.
Went to see her today, to say goodbye, and get her approval of the big guy (not joking, told her last week that she was totally a judge of this); she likes his smile and how happy I seem. She wants to finish a final story that she started to tell me, tomorrow, so I'll see her once more. Makes me cry, so much, but also so privileged to be a non-family intimate in her final days. Please add Barb to your prayer thoughts if you do those. She was smiling about new journeys this afternoon. I'm just going to miss her so desperately.