Listening

Sitting with my mom while listening to the sounds of erratic breathing with long pause's between breaths.

Listening to the hum and cycling of the oxygen concentrator. A television in another room is providing background sounds. Occasionally hearing Porkchop's nails clicking on the floor as he wanders.

Listening to the sound of Ashley making carrot cupcakes in the kitchen.

Listening wondering if Mom's last breath has been breathed.

Then the answer, not yet.

I continue meditation and listening with my heart.