She was my mother and I miss her still after many years
I cry in one minute if I think about my mother. She was recovering from a minor cellulitis, placed in a rehab center , fell, went into a CO2 narcosis and died four days later. I was in another country for vacation but came home when I heard. After I saw her when I came home that nite I went home but woke up at 5 am and went by myself to the hospital to be with her. By the time I saw her she couldn't open her eyes or speak but I figured maybe she could hear. For a long time I just sat there, probably in shock about the whole thing. The shock of never hearing her voice again, or not saying goodbye. But at some point I whispered in her ear it was ok to see her mother and my brother and she died shortly afterward. In my arms. My sister came in 10 minutes later. I always thought that was odd because I always felt she loved my older sister and younger brother better but it was me who was there when she died. I don't know why I still cry when I think about it but I do. Just miss her around. We buried her on Valentine's Day. Miss her so much.