I agree, and not only is it a gift to your mother, it will be a gift to you. I cared for my dad during his last battle with lung cancer. We had been estranged for 30 years, but for some reason when I went to see him(and pay respects) I just couldn't leave him like that. My DH understood. That last 24 days were the sweetest, most healing time of my life. Dad and I were able to sort some things out and he ended up telling me how much he loved me, how he was proud that I was a nurse, and how grateful he was that I didn't hold a grudge toward him--things he had never said to me. He asked for, and received, forgiveness and I did too. I was there for his final hours and I closed his eyes for him when he passed.
It's been 6 years and I have no regrets. Even though we were apart for all those years, we were able to surmount the important stuff and get to the core: I love you, you love me, that's the way it was meant to be.
Ember, My thoughts are with you. I know this is so hard. That awful breathing...but just know that in the future you won't be dwelling on that. You'll be remembering all the great things about your mum and that you had the PRIVILEGE of seeing her across the bridge. It's worth its weight in gold, I promise.
Amen to that !!
