I got word a week before Christmas that my mom was taken to Saint John’s Hospital (Detroit). I went out there first weekend in January to see her. She looked so exhausted and frail. She knew I was there, but she was too tired to hold a conversation with me. They moved her back to her nursing home a couple of days later, under Hospice care. My cousin, Lisa called me a day or so later, saying the Hospice nurse says she only has a week or two left in her. I was stunned, I hadn’t thought it would be so soon after I left her. It’s now a week later, and Lisa called me today, saying it looks like its just a matter of days. I wrote a note to my brother, hoping he will find it in his heart to see mom before she passes.
About 2 hours after I wrote the above, I got a call from the Hospice nurse, Mom has passed away.
