I was going to go to bed as soon as I got home from school yesterday, but didn't. Then there were phone calls from Ruth and Leslie, as they both were heading to Center. Rusty had been calling the nursing home throughout the day to get Mom's vitals, and she thought it was going to be soon.
I finally got to bed a little after 8:00.
Ruth got the call when she was about 5 minutes from the nursing home. She left me a message (there's a long story about why the phone upstairs doesn't work, and my bedroom is upstairs) shortly after that. I woke up at 2:30 this morning, and came downstairs to see if there was a message. It was the first message.
Thanks to everyone who prayed or thought of us or sent us karma.
I honestly thought the relief that she wasn't suffering any more would somehow make this feel better.
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Now I'm in a complete Terms of Endearment - Shirley Maclaine moment. This is what happens with age: death, death and more death. It's relentless. WTF.
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