My Mom passed away last month. We were told by the doctors that it was one thing that she could overcome but later found out that it was another that she could not. She was 82 years old.
We spent the latter part of our lives trying to save each other; she with her religion and me with my “spirituality.” We were both mostly unsuccessful in our endeavors.
In the end, all we could do was love each other in spite of our differences. And that we did.