When Momma went into the hospital May of 2025 something in my heart said she wasn’t coming home.

I spent a month there with her. I learned the terms, the schedule,  the nurses, and did the best I could to advocate for her. 

There came a moment at 3 A.M where I stood motionless as I saw her slipping away.

Her vitals were dropping and within 1 minute the room was filled with specialists. They were throwing every option at me that they could think of. 

My head was spinning and everything sounded like Charlie Brown.

A kind lady Dr. (I dont remember her name) whispered in my ear…your mom said no to this today.

I looked at her with tears in my eyes and thanked her.

In whatever voice I could muster I said No.  I had them put her on comfort care. This meant no more sticks, tests, checks, nothing.

They all left and the room went silent.

I pulled the very uncomfortable chair that I had been sleeping in up to her bed.

I held her hand so that I would know when she woke up.

That was probably the most peaceful night there.

I actually slept for about 3 hours.

As she started getting restless, I woke up.  I snapped this picture knowing it would be the last.