[all4one]

The bond between a mother and her children is miraculous. It sounds like your mother was helping you accept her passing. Thank you for sharing your experience.

My brothers and my father and I all have what we call our "peaceful moments" that we shared with my mother when she lay dying. For the last week while she was alive, we would rotate staying with her. She was in and out of consciousness, and even through her pain she expressed only positive thoughts. She was not afraid. I will never be able to explain the calming experience I had just sitting and holding her hand. Looking back, I always feel like there was a holy presence there with us. It wasn't until weeks after she passed-away that my father, brothers and I shared what had happened to us individually.

During my mothers illness I could never bring myself to even think of her death. I would jump in terror if the phone would ring late in the evening, thinking that something had happened.

To anyone going through an illness of a loved one, I always hope that they can have them at home for their last days. Have deep converations or just hold their hand for hours. The fear of their death is worse than actually going through the last days, hours and minutes.

[Quix]

Touched by your narrative.

Deep conversations were never really a very viable option with my mother. And now with her Alzheimer's much more so.

But, my HOPE IS IN GOD. And in the eternity when many conversations can occur.

[EggsAckley]

Yes, the phone thing was horrendous. I slept with my pager for more than a year. One night I got a string of wrong numbers in the middle of the night. It was some Hispanic woman looking for her son, and she had my number. I couldn't get her to understand that it was a wrong number. It was awful.