
My mom is deceased in the afternoon at the hospital.
All the family members gathered, standing around her bedside, watching her gone peacefully.
No sign of pain or no groan. I watched her chest up and down rhythmically.
Just before 2 pm the rhythm of her breath was slowed down, followed by a deep breath and she went to sleep forever.
I was not crying, found myself very calm.
When she was conscious about half a month ago, I and mom had a time just together at the hospital.
I told her while I was holding her hand I was sorry for doing what I wanted all the time and not caring about my mom.
She looked at me straight from the bed and said, “That is what everyone does when growing up. It is OK. Don’t worry.”
The sight was blurred by the tears going down from my eyes.
She asked, “Are you happy now?” “Yes,” I replied.
“That is important. I am glad to hear that. That is all I need to hear,” she said and gave me some tissue with her very thin hand.
I wiped my face and said, “Thank you, mom. Please rest yourself.”
She nodded with her eyes half closed and went to sleep.
After this visit she became incoherent and sometimes unconscious unable to speak. That was the precious moment I shared with my mom.
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