I thank you all for the kind thoughts. My mom was in end-stage renal failure and had been on dialysis for years. After a certain point, the dialysis itself fails to do much good and we were at that point.
She was 79.
We had a good week. She knew it was time, so we gathered everyone who loved her and spent time together. She ate what she wanted, we waited on her hand and foot and we talked a lot about the past. She told us some great stories about her childhood and teenage years. We told her we loved her and that it was okay to stop fighting if she was ready.
In an odd way, we had a lot of fun.
When she took a nosedive last Saturday, it was rapid and - as best we can tell - she did not suffer. World class drugs helped.
Her four children were with her until the end. It was emotional, of course, but it was also a privilege to be there with her. I don't know if I have ever felt closer to my brother and sisters. There has been a sort of renewal of the bond between us.
If I have to go, and I suppose someday I will, I don't think this was a bad way to do it. She knew where she was, who was with her, what she wanted to eat and loved having the grandkids (and great grandkids) rolling around in bed with her.
It was not such a bad way to end it, although of course I am sorry it had to end.
I sure loved that old woman.
Again, thank you for the kind thoughts. I'll be home again this weekend and have more time to catch up with you gear whores.
Jack