The end of my watch

My mom passed on Tuesday night. My fiance and I were with her. At first I couldn't accept that she was gone, I cried "Mama!" Like a lost child. I was holding her hand and she was looking right at me but the look of peace on her face tells me that she was actually seeing my dad, who'd passed in January. And of course, Jesus. She's no longer suffering and reunited with my daddy who she loved beyond measure. It was beautiful yet traumatic. I'll miss them both forever.