My mother died on Sunday (9-14-2014). I knew death was coming, even thinking about it, but never really expected it. I was in denial. Her journey to Heaven begin in March, 2014. Numerous trips to the hospital, nursing homes and then Hospice. I got the call from Hospice that my mother was taking her last breaths and to come. When I got there, her body was then but her soul had gone home. All the tears I had been holding back came out. I hugged her, but at the same time I wanted to run, run out of that room and to stay there with her. Part of me is happy that she is at peace because she (82) was so unhappy. She was an active woman most of her life, very independent and headstrong, and her not being able to go and do as she pleased, made her angry and depressed. I tried to make it easy for her, but without success. I tell myself she IS happy now and at peace.