I have been expecting this phone call for some time. The doctor's thought that my mom would not live out the winter. My sister called to tell us that mom's last days are here. I wish I could fly out and see her again one last time like I did with dad. I have the flight to go home for the funeral paid for but I can't risk that she would hold on and so I will not see her alive again. The last time I saw her she opened her eyes a couple of times in the 2 hours I was there.
In some ways it is good that I don't have a lot of memories of my mom in a vegetative state. Alzheimers sucks.