Lost my mom on April 1. She was in the hospital with pneumonia, and living under the sceptre of an aortic aneurysm. She was rallying against the pneumonia, and my sister and I were getting ready to arrange transitional care.

I kissed her goodnight, went back to the hotel, and got the call at 3 a.m. Oddly, it was the pneumonia not the aneurysm.

She was one great lady. I know how you're feeling.