I'm sitting next to my mom as she's taking her last breathes on this earth. It's fucking mind numbing to accept she won't be here any longer to spoil her grandchildren or she won't be there when I stop by the house to visit. Her blue chair will be empty.

My dad is in the hallway, sobbing to the nurses. My brother and sister are in the room with me. My sister and I are taking turns crying and my brother is cracking stupid jokes to lighten the mood.

She's being given morphine every hour now, she's sleeping peacefully. Her breathing is slowing down, I hope to God her time is coming close.

She is the rock of our family. Rarely showed emotion. Everything that happened, including my 8 year old nephew drowning, had a reason.

She just took her last breath. I am so happy she's at peace but fuck this hurts!