My mother was 93 years old. She told the doctors at the hospital that she had lived a wonderful life and that it was time to go. I of course didn’t agree because I wanted her to live forever. She wanted to go home and die a peaceful death. She did just that.
My mother was a very strong woman. After Dad died, Mom carried on. She did all the things she wanted to do. She told the doctors that she she had been living for her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. She was probably my best friend. She has been gone a few weeks and my first response to something happening is to turn to the phone and call her. I am very lucky because I have had her in my life for 71 years. (No, I don’t feel that old.)
Mom at 92