Hey ladies, I wanted to let you all know that my mom passed yesterday morning and it was lovely, actually. I'm so grateful we were (finally) home with our son there and with my with 96-year old grandfather (her father) there. It was so much more spacious and pleasant than the hospital. And more "real" than the artificial (and traumatic) environment of the hospital. The Hospice nurses helped my sister a lot, thankfully. And will continue to follow up with her afterward too.
And mom's best buddy, "K.C. dog" was with us at home. She had missed him greatly while in the hospital for the past two weeks. Both were delighted to be together. He lay at the doorway "guarding" it all the time, except when ds was playing fetch through the front of the house from hospital bed-foyer-family room, and in the big fenced back yard. He is a loud beagle dog. She *knew* he was there all the time. (so did the neighbors, lol)
Our son was so amazing about it all. And my grandfather really struggled, but he only found out she was ill on Saturday. He was there for her last breaths and so was her sister, who stayed for days and days at the hospital with us. Lovely. Perfect passing, all of us together. *sigh*.
You all copy this into your email archives and NEVER let them take me to the hospital!! I might haunt anyone who does. The medicalization of death (and birth) amazes me to this day!! I signed my living will AGAIN while she was in the hospital!! The nurses there were outstanding, provided tons of autonomy and honored mom's need for control. But, lord knows I never want to die there!! EVER. You all can sneak me out and bury me somewhere, OK? Only half-serious!