My mother died on January 27, 2012. It was a Friday. I had went over to my mother's house like I do every Friday and along with my son. My mother has been sick for almost two years (OCPD - Emphysema) and was on oxygen. My father had to go somewhere and she needed a bath. So, while my son was in the another room playing, I decided to give her a bath. She had slight problems catching her breath, so we took our time during the whole process. I got her out of the tub dried her off and stood her up against this Chester we kept across from the bathroom so she could catch her breath. About five minutes later she told she ready to go sit her room in her chair which was about five steps from the Chester. I walked her those five steps and sat her down. I went to go do something and came back...she was slumped over drooling. I thought she had passed out. So, I lifted her head and she had this strange look in her eyes. She also exhaled for the last time. Her eyes had rolled to back of her head. I knew that her life had left her body, but I was in disbelief. I called her name, no answer. My son called her name, no answer. I called 911 and took my son to my next door neighbors house. I felt for a pulse earlier and still couldnt find one. After I left my neighbors house, I went back in my parents house and picked my mother up, put her on the bed and started CPR. Fire Rescue got there and relieved me from doing compression's. My mother was dead but, I hoped that the ambulance could bring her back. They rushed her to the hospital shortly afterwards and pronounced her dead an hour later. She basically died in my arms that day at exactly 455pm. She saw me take my first breath and I seen her take her last, which was the most painful thing I have ever endured.