My mom died in the hospital a couple of years ago, on a day of perhaps too-invasive tests to find the cause of internal bleeding. I’d stopped by on my way home from work just to check up on her, only to hear from a doctor that she was minutes away from death. To be with her in those last unconscious moments was both my privilege and my heartache.
Now she lies next to my dad, and they are finally at peace with each other. What else is left but fond memories?