<p>Time to post, I guess. My mom passed away on the 26th. The infection that had spread to her knee replacement hardware finally overpowered the antibiotics and she started to go septic and had kidney failure on the 23rd, when she was admitted to the hospital. When I got home from 5k practice, there were calls from my dad and sister. DH got me a frequent flyer ticket and I was out the door six hours later. </p>
<p>I got there mid-morning on Thursday and she had gone into cardiac arrest overnight. She was still communicative, and I got to spend time with her showing her pics of S1’s wedding (the official pics just came in – she had seen some of the other ones already). Three of my other sibs were also there, with the fourth coming in periodically. Overnight she took a turn for the worse and when I got there Friday morning, my youngest sister and my dad and I were there for her last words – she was trying to say the Lord’s Prayer. I read her some Psalms. She went into a coma, but could still hear us.</p>
<p>The docs said that she would not survive anesthesia if they went in to remove the sepsis in her leg (her BP was in the 50s over 25-30 on max dosage), and between that, the cardiac arrest, diabetes, kidney failure and need for oxygen, the doctors were pretty clear there was nothing they could do. All five of us kids and Dad talked that morning and Dad implemented the plans he and Mom had discussed and put her on comfort meds only. </p>
<p>My other sister pulled her cell phone out mid-afternoon and started playing Mom’s favorite Neil Diamond songs, which got a couple of toe taps and a small smile from her. It was a brilliant move on my sister’s part. Mom passed away a little after midnight that evening, the day before her 74th birthday.</p>
<p>We had birthday cake and a balloon release for Mom on the 27th. Funeral was last Tuesday and I stayed through the week to help Dad. He is doing pretty well – he is hugely comforted by her final words. Trying to sit shiva in an Irish Catholic house is surreal. Found a shul in Augusta that had daily services, and they made sure there was a minyan for me every day I was in town. These folks didn’t know me from a hole in the wall, but I will always remember their kindness when I needed it most.</p>
<p>Dad wanted me to make a pall for Mom’s cremains, so I kept busy embroidering. Good therapy. He wants to use the same one for himself and have it placed in the crypt when he and Mom go in together, but I am not ready to add that part now. </p>
<p>After nine years of being bedridden and in pain, Mom is no longer suffering. Now it’s one day at a time for the rest of us.</p>