In the midst of the process of my mother’s death, I am at a loss for what to do. Every action I take seems hollow… except to sit with her and be near her. Inaction is the method of The Way. The wisdom of that insight sits well with me right now. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to disturb anything. I just want to let this process finish. When it is done, I do not know what my brother and I will become. It seems we will remain as we are but more scarred. We will be emptied. That kenosis does not require my consent. But what takes place after the emptying? More life.