May 13th

My mom is gone. Yesterday evening, her breathing became very labored. Dad, Lu, and Dad's brother were with her. The nurse came in and told them it could be that night. Lu called all of us. I started getting things together, called my MIL to stay with the guys. I don't think it was 20 minutes later when Lu called and told me she was gone.

Mom opened her eyes and looked at Dad. Dad told her it was okay, she could go. Never one to wait around when she wanted something done, she took her last breath.

I'm okay, when acknowledged that "okay" is a relative term. I've cried some. Yesterday afternoon, Lu called and told me the nurses didn't think it would be long. I cried and screamed just a little when I hung up with her. They didn't think it would be yesterday, but over the weekend. Saturday is Peg's little boy's 1st birthday and Sunday is Peg's. Dad prayed that it wouldn't happen on their birthdays. I just really wanted to be there, but like I said, Mom was rarely described as a patient person.

It has been cold since last Friday. People have been complaining, but like I said, it felt right to me. Watching the news earlier this week, the weatherman said it would warm on Friday. I told Jim I thought we would lose Mom before it got warm. Jim didn't agree, he said the weather wouldn't control my mom. I said Mom would control the weather, kidding. Today will be the first day in a week that it will be above 60 degrees. It will be near 70.

I see my doctor this morning and then I plan on going to my parent's small town to plan the funeral. I know one song that will be played,

"One Day at a time, sweet Jesus.
That's all I'm asking from you
Just give me the strength
To do everyday, what I have to do.
Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine"