It’ll be a miracle if she reached her 70th birthday. Those were the words from medical professionals who were examining my mom’s condition when she was diagnosed with a rare brain degenerative disease when she had her fall while just doing her morning routine. Then, year after year, her motor skills degenerated, from walking with a cane, to a walking with a walker, to being pushed in a wheelchair and then bed ridden for the remaining days at a care home, she passed away on April 17th, 2021. Looking back, During those days while I helped my dad as much as I could to care for my mom, there were good days and there were absolutely horrible days. There were days when mom really tested my patience and there were days when her needs were so great that I just felt helpless. There were days when I asked God, when will this end and days where I wished I didn’t ask that question and wondered why I even did since I’m her son. Today, I want to share my reflections as I read David’s dying days. When I read 1 Kings chapter 1 along with Eugene Peterson’s reflections on this passage, I was moved to reflect on how my relationship with my mom was during her dying days. The point I want to extrapolate today is this: When caring for those we love who are dying, honour their days. Let’s begin.