Tuesday night was the most beautiful, as well as the saddest, day of my life. After deciding to take Mom off oxygen, Jill, Erin and I decided to have one last slumber party. Mom wasn't awake anymore, but she was still there and could hear us, or so we were told. So, we stayed beside her, playing her favorite music, singing through tears, reminiscing, and holding her hand. Had I imagined a scene like this before, I would have run for the nearest exit. Talk about intense. We stood by Mom's side throughout her dying process; Erin was stroking her head, Jill was at her left shoulder, Dad was holding her left hand. I was holding her right hand and watching her face when she took her last breath and wanted to run after her, tell her not to leave me yet, just one more anything. But, underneath the panic, I knew that this was right and it was a beautiful gift for all of us....and her. To be able to love in action, not just words. She died without pain, with her babies and her husband holding her and telling her it was gonna be okay. As hard as it is, we, I, couldn't have asked for more.
Thank you all for your support and for letting us share this experience in an authentic way.
D
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