“You need to come soon if you would like to see mom before she passes, her vitals are slowing down. Wait…, I think she may be gone. She is gone, Mom just passed away.”

That was the jist of the phone conversation the evening my mother died, February 22, 2016. She was 92 years old. Even though she had passed I had a strong desire to be present with her, so a fast decision was made to drive an hour down to the nursing home to join the other siblings gathered there and to have an opportunity to be with mom for a few minutes. [Read more…]