The following posts were written in Ireland. I left thirty years ago and found a new home in the western United states. I went back to visit my mother who is living in a Hospice in Dublin. I stayed with my dad in his home for ten weeks. The following posts are commentaries on my time there. The average stay in the hospice is two weeks. She has lived here for the last twelve. She is in the final stage of her terminal disease. She has a brain tumor. Cancer. She has nothing to hide anymore...

When she sleeps, there is a reverence in the room. And when she looks at you she sees without judgement or question. There is a purity in her eyes.

And when she laughs it is a laugh of a life well lived. A laugh of truth with no strings attached.