Dec 11 2007
Over
This afternoon, 11 December 2007 at 17h14, my mother passed away. I was the only one sitting beside her, my sister just left and another sister that was going to replace me so I could grab a bite hadn’t showed up yet. I was writing her life story while listening to her breathing. Writing gave me something to do, and gave me a way to connect to her even though she was in a deep morphine sleep and fighting for every breath.
Suddenly she coughed twice. I looked at her, there was not much change, but she had stopped breathing. I checked it by holding a hand in front of her mouth and then called the nurse. She also checked her breathing, her pulse and then stopped the loud oxygen ventilator and removed the breathing tube from her nose. I phoned my sisters and then spend some time with my mother alone. I cried but wasn’t sad. Her ordeal is over.

Tuesday, 11 December, 2007 @ 21:23
Oh Sweetie. I wish I were there.
Tuesday, 11 December, 2007 @ 21:25
So very sorry to hear this. It was fortunate that you could be there. My very sincere condolences.
Wednesday, 12 December, 2007 @ 04:11
Ach, wat verdrietig. Je schreef altijd zo lief over haar. Sterkte.
Wednesday, 12 December, 2007 @ 09:14
:( It’s strange indeed how these things happen.. As if she waited for you to be there to go…
Wednesday, 12 December, 2007 @ 12:21
You know, what Christelle said could actually be true. I hope my own parents go peacefully, and that I could be there for them, too.