My mother passed away at 1240 am on Friday, April 25.
It was a mercy, as she had been struggling with dementia for years and had barely been able to recognize anyone in the final months.
Physically, she had been in good shape until the very end. My father worked very hard to keep her in their home of over 30 years and he cared for her with great attentiveness and love.
My brother moved to within two miles of their home, and he visited her almost every day, giving my father some breaks and looking after them both.
His dedication was commendable and heroic.
I was able to be there on her last day. She was on hospice, and …