Mom was brought to her home by ambulance today. She knew it and you could see in her eyes she recognized her home of 40 years.
It took a bit to get her into the tiny 900 square foot cottage with narrow doors and tight corners, but between the EMTs and Greg we figured it out using a stretcher instead of a gurney.
The hospice nurse and social worker were here for four hours. Amazing attention to detail.
My mom was heavily sedated for the ride home, and all the movement took a lot out of her. She has not opened her eyes or spoken since she was set up in her room.
Her sharp wit were in evidence to her last words. This morning I swabbed her mouth with lidocaine, then I asked “how’s your mouth?” And she replied, “big mouth.”
Later when I asked if there was anything she needed she said, “I need money.”
And when I introduced the two young strapping EMTs as the boys who would take her home, she said, “All that?”
My circle of family-friends has been extraordinary and deserving of another post. That will come later.