Another thought that keeps arising for me is the sadness for my mother herself, that she didn't want to leave. I know this. At that very moment when she knew she was dying, after the second attack, she let go. We know that from her words:
"I'm Dunn, done and DONE."
But I was thinking on my way home the other day, she is not sad. It is only me that keeps that sadness over the thought. She has either moved on to another realm, or there is no other realm and she ceases to be anything. Either way, she is not sad. She has left the party and has moved on.
One has to move on to.
