How we used to die; how we die now

Beautifully written- and how it should be- I know mama passed in hospital as we were getting her room ready- but her surroundings were much like home- surrounded by pictures, her music, her tv shows, cards flowers, comforter. Me in and out all day and night. Me reading to her. She listened in her partial awakensess to conversations and singing. But she waited until I left to go, just like her. She didn’t want to be a bother, and this was very private to her.

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