In 1990 my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. From the moment she knew this, she changed. At the time, I wondered – feared – that her Faith, which with this news became rock solid, was a way for her to “escape” the terrible reality of what sooner or later would happen. I fully expected her to “crack” at some point.
If anything, the opposite happened. Nobody who knew my mother her final months, could do anything but notice. She “radiated” an unworldly peace. Indeed I have another scan, which I may publish another time, of her own feelings about dieing. However, I have recently moved, and was overjoyed to find the very piece of paper (in the packing) on which I wrote what were to be my mother’s very last words.
My mother deteriorated rapidly after the 21st December 1990, so these were the last intelligible words I received. Thereafter she slipped into unconsciousness due to the heavy sedation she was under. Something told me that this conversation was special, and immediately I went upstairs to my room and wrote down what my mother had said.
Now, all these years later I have found that very paper. I will post it without further comment. The picture file is a thumprint. Click on it to see the one with better resolution.



