December 21, 2015: When the road has ended.
I got the call today at 12:10 am.
By 1:00 am I was at the Hospice center with my funeral associate. Paperwork signed. Room 11. Now or never.
I entered the room and there she was. Eyes closed. Mouth slightly ajar. I touched her hand which was still warm. Don’t cry. This sucks.
Four days before Christmas
Should I call my mom? Should I call my uncle?
Where is the line between funeral director and family member?
At least I know she’s safe with me. At least I know I’m taking care of her.
I’ve kept my promise Aunt Terry.