My mom passed away after a prolonged illness.
At 1PM we took her off life support and sat around her bed in the hospital waiting for the inevitable. We held her hand and told stories and laughed and cried and cussed and told more stories. When she finally passed away we jsut sat there, stunned. It was not peaceful, as many people suggest. Even though she was on extremely large doses of something to take all the pain away, she struggled to breath for a long time and then suddenly she stopped trying. Awful.
The image I remember most is how tiny she looked in the hospital bed. If you knew her, when she was healthy, she was larger than life in every way.
It took about 6 hours. Seems like 600 now looking back on it.
I'm thankful she is no longer suffering. At the same time, she is missed terribly.
Here she is, with us, December 2005.
Thanks everyone. It has been a tough day and I have dealt with it by mostly not dealing with it.
I spoke with my sister this morning and then had a normal Sunday.... Gym... Chinatown for lunch...laying around on the couch... etc.
Tonight we are having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, since we were playing blackjack in Las Vegas on Thursday.