My grandmother has been transitioned to hospice care. She is bathed and dressed and exercised and turned, all the while lying in bed. She is no longer eating. It is a waiting game.

Waiting and grieving, grieving and waiting. The prolonged goodbye is so very difficult on my grandfather. To have spent his lifetime loving this woman. To watch her suffer, helpless to alleviate her pain. Longing for one more moment with her. Wishing her suffering was past.

This is but a part of the journey.

No one ever said this life would be easy.