There was a touching moment with my 104-year-old mother the day before she died, when she asked my forgiveness for something. We had found it necessary to put her in respite care over the Christmas holidays For some time she had been having brief spells of dementia, probably linked to an earlier stroke. Now she imagined me to be the enemy, since I was the one who made the decision. But the Spirit of the Lord and of the deep places of her life showed her that she was being harsh in her judgment of me. One of her final acts at the end of a loving life was this: to reach out and ask forgiveness for judging me harshly. She simply said, several times over and over, "I've been wrong; I've been wrong." Would I have had that kind of grace in a moment of such extremity? Could I turn, and ask forgiveness? I hope so. She was still learning to love - right to the end of her remarkable life.
Source: Betty Pulkingham - "This Is My Story, This Is My Song", Ch. 14, p. 131
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