It was one year ago on July 29th that my sisters and I decided to take Mom off all of those machines at the hospital. That was one of the hardest things we had ever had to do. We all knew that Mom wouldn’t have wanted to be hooked up to all of that.
We along with our spouses sat in the room, listening to her heart give out and her breathing stop. It still seems strange. I keep expecting her to show up in her white truck, barge into the house, throw her purse in the recliner and ask what’s for dinner.
We all miss her.
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