“Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.” Exodus 20:12
I lost my two remaining grandparents last year. There was nothing particularly dramatic or unexpected about their deaths. They departed this life after extended struggles with disease and debility, looking ahead in hope. They died holding the hands of their children.
My mother and her siblings were alongside them through so much of the dramatic change, and it’s been moving for me to watch this from the sidelines. For them it was a year of sitting in dozens of doctor’s offices, heating up dinner, writing out notes to guide confused minds, sorting the bills, arranging a last family picnic on a sunny July day.