Thursday evening we were able to get Mom out to her favorite recliner for one last time. It took three of us to get her back into her bed that night.
My soft spoken wife read to her from Jonathan Livingston Seagull with classical music playing quietly in the background (tho she had originally wanted to put on the 80's station).
As we got Mom back into her wheelchair for the trip to the bedroom- she gathered her scattered thoughts and said,
"Ok, so then tomorrow morning I can get in line"
"It'll all be over in two days"
"I'm afraid of being alone"
To which my wife responded,
"well, we can do it together."
"No, we can't."
So... we'll see. We'll put on the Notre Dame game and we'll just see.