I’m sitting with my mother, as she negotiates her way out of this life. She has chosen not to be admitted to hospital, instead to stay here at home, with these familiar walls, with familiar birdsong outside the window, with the view out to the hills that she knows so well.

It has been an almost insurmountable, challenging, emotionally charged week or two, I’ve been in floods of tears many times each day, wracked with grief and loss. I’ve felt lost, terrified, floundering about, not knowing if I was strong enough to support her well.

And yet, as we approach her transition, now there is a new stillness, a conscious pause. The room is filled with energy, with beauty, with love. Because of course, that is all that matters now, all that has ever mattered, love. All the what ifs and whys and everything has fallen away.

And whilst I know the road ahead will be filled with grief, right here, right now, all is well.

Love is enough. Love is everything.