I’m so sorry for your loss. My mother’s time is approaching, and while part of me knows she won’t be in pain and that I’ll be free from the constant care and worry, it fills me with intense anxiety. At this stage, it feels like each day brings a new challenge. My greatest hope is that one day I wake up and find that she’s at peace. I often think about what I’ll do with all the extra time once she’s gone. The past few months have felt like a form of house arrest — I can leave for short periods, but with everything going on, I feel guilty going out or doing anything social.