From The Mouth Of Witty Women Analysis

From the Mouths of Witty Women My father, diagnosed with COPD 4 years earlier, had just died. We were a hospice family and my mother, hospice nurse, my fiancée and I had just watched Dad peacefully pass after a difficult struggle with a horrible illness that had sidelined him for his last years. It had been a time of learning, a time of revelation about “truth” and faith. Things I learned, no one ever dies alone. Surrounded by legions of angels and family gone ahead, peace.
Here we were, 15 minutes after Dad left us. Mom and I standing in the doorway of the front bedroom. Laughter has always been my coping mechanism. Mom and I stand there watching the nurse minister to Dad for the last time. Tears in our eyes, I take Mom’s face in my hands