I'm slowly coming to terms with losing Mama. I miss her so much and tomorrow, Jan. 13 is her birthday. She would be 96. If she could have lived another four weeks we could celebrate with her. I look back on the last few weeks and months of her life and I do see a steep decline. I especially notice it now when I look at photographs. I just wish she had passd peacefully in her sleep. The final week of her life was so hard....for us and for her. Sitting by watching them leave this world a little each day is terrible and all we can offer is our words, our touch and morphine. I so hope we made the right choices. She was clear about her desire to not have a feeding tube so we really made the only choice we could make. Caring for her was never easy and it remained difficult to the end. But I did it with love.