One of the items Sonia added to the transfer stash back in late May was an embroidered pillow that reads "It's Good to be Queen". That little pillow has been so handy in the endeavor of making Mom comfortable. It stuffs just right in the crook of the arm, in the nape of the neck, at the wedge of the lumbar.
Our Mother, Sara Fasoldt is our Queen.
The scent of our Queen is Chanel Number 5. We're runing out of comfort measures that can add value to Mom's deteriorating health. She's stopped swallowing as of the past week-end. I've been assured she's not in pain and that her sentience has retired. I'm not so sure she can understand us when we read to her, but we do. I'm not so sure that she can feel us hold her hand and kiss her face, but we do. And I'm not at all sure she can process the scent of the perfume we anoint her with- that part for sure is for us.
Our Queen is worth it.
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