I left Montreal in haste three weeks ago as I was given the news that my mother was put on end of life care. She hung on for four more days, during which my brother and I were keeping a vigil on her. She went away in comfort and peace, thankfully. She was 84.
We had already lost her piece by piece since she had been suffering from dementia for a long time, so a part of the mourning process has already been done. It feels strange that way; I`m relieved that nothing further will happen to make her suffer.
She was a feisty one and so funny and affectionate too.