I was the only one with my mom, and the good Lord was watching over us. She lay alone at her assisted living facility and went downhill fast. I wrote a story about that with pictures of her quick decline.

I tried to get her home, but my sister was resistant. Finally, I succeeded, and when I was sitting alone with her, she looked at me and passed away. I think she wanted me there over all her kids because she knew I was trying to get her home.

I know your dad was blessed you were there for all that terrible stuff at the end.