Seems the day I've been dreading is very near. My Mother is refusing her meds, food and even her dentures. Ann Coulter lost her mother last week and I just came across that info a few minutes ago.
While staying in my hometown to be with Mom, I stayed in a, sort of, motel room at the nearby hospital. That room hasn't been available lately and won't be until May. That, I am certain, will be too late. Being a cripple that doesn't drive, I don't have many choices in that area as the nearest motel/hotel is thirty something miles away.
In Ann's column she talks about the last time she saw "her beautiful face". I remember the last time I saw Mom's beautiful face. I was at the door to her room in the nursing home. I waited there until she gave me a faint smile, then turned away to leave. That memory is burned into my brain and will never leave. Her beautiful face.