I visited Mom in the nursing home on Friday. Things were as usual. One sister visited her on Monday and played cards with her. The two other sisters who visited on Tuesday and Wednesday found her not herself at all, and complaining of back pain. Tonight the nursing home sent her to the hospital. She died en route.
I am so grateful that Mom had only a couple of days of not being herself and being in some pain. Lingering would have been very sad.
I am grateful to have had her in our lives so long. She was 96. Although she had dementia she knew us to the end and enjoyed our visits.
I am grateful that she accepted the nursing home and even seemed to enjoy it. She made friends. She was content.
I am grateful that my three sisters and I cooperated fully in taking care of her. We each emailed a brief report of every visit.
The last topic regarding our mother that my sisters and I emailed each other about was whether to use cloth or plastic table clothes at a family dinner we were organizing at the nursing home for her this month. I am grateful she was content and our focus could be on her pleasure right up to the end.