Russell Saunders — Giving My Mom the Death She Wanted
As the pauses in Mom’s breathing drew longer, we lit candles rather than keeping the lights turned low overnight. We no longer left any gaps, even for a few minutes, in our shifts at her bedside.
Early one morning, after catching a few hours of sleep after staying up all night talking with my brother as we sat with Mom, Dad came into my old bedroom to wake me. It was time.
The Daily Beast — Russell Saunders: Giving My Mom the Death She Wanted