April 29th.... While it seemed like a long time to me, my mom took a turn for the worse and it was only a matter of days before she went home to be with the Lord.  Her pain was minimal due to the Oxycontin and then morphine.  We did masked visits with Kris and Wendy and she got to speak to our pastor as one of her last phone conversations.  I slept down with her her last few nights. 

The day she passed away she wasn't much able to communicate, but the kids came down before lunch to say hello to her.  Right after lunch I heard their footsteps pattering down another time.  They just wanted to say hi again.  It was less then an hour after seeing them that she took her last breath.  She lived for them and I know seeing them again put her at peace.  I don't know how much she was aware of her last hours, but I never stopped talking to her as I cleaned, organized, watched game shows and even played hymns for her.   It was a day I'll never forget, but knowing she is with her Lord now always outweighs the pain of missing her.

We were fortunate that hospice came out first thing the next morning to take away all her equipment.  We wanted to make this space a happy place and we were able to do that right away.

Even got the pantry organized.