Prayers, visits, calls, and constant check ins. I go to the house and perform for my mother as I watch her go through highs and lows. She lost the love of her life and it has devastated her. Sometimes it seems as if the night will swallow her whole until the sunrises to save her. The strong sisterhood stays around. They call her and visit often. They call me too. Patience, compassion, and harp music all mixed into one define my role in this situation. All I can do is continue to be supportive and present as my mother deals with this heavy loss.