‘Twas a beautiful day in July, with very low humidity, making it feel quite divine. After all, less humid days are rather rare for a mid-summer's day in the Midwest. I was sitting on a white bench positioned among blooming flowers on the hospital's manicured lawn, when I looked up to heaven, and asked God a question. I asked, “Why is the sky so exceptionally blue today”? My eyes then followed a few fluffy clouds rolling slowly by, as if someone on the ground was pulling them along by a string, as I thought to myself, “mom couldn't have picked a more beautiful day to leave this earth”.
Her decision came today. I was in the kitchen looking out the window over the front lawn, when I answered the phone. It was my mother's nurse calling to tell me that my mom had made a decision to be taken off the ventilator. What? Are you sure? I knew I had to get to the hospital as fast as I could to find out for myself, though deep down I knew that I was about to experience something I had not encountered before. For it would be on this day, my mother would die.