I spoke to both of my sisters today. They live in the same town as my Mother, and my Mother has had another relapse. Hospice is there with her, and one of my sisters has spent time with her every day this week. She just talks about wanting to go home to see her Mother and her brothers and sisters: all of whom have gone on before her. My oldest sister, who was rleased from the hospital Thursday after being in there for a month and a half, undergoing a colostomy and weeks of painful physical therapy was able to spend some time with my Mother this afternoon. Her daughter got her in the car and took her up to the hospital. It was the first time she'd seen my mother in almost two months, and they were overjoyed to be together, even if ony briefly.

The hospice nurse told my youngest sister that Mom will go tonight, or tomorrow at the latest. That might be the case, and we are all preparing for the time as best we can. These last few weeks, I've been writing our family history, some of which I've included here at the kitchen table. It's been a wonderful balm for all of us, and I have another batch to mail off, tomorrow. So, Mom might slip away tonight or tomorrow. Or maybe not. She is very week and hasn't been eating, and she is looking forward to going home.

In the meantime, she asked for a ham and cheese omelet this afternoon and ate almost the whole thing. We all hot a great laugh out of that because none of us can ever remember eating a ham and cheese omelet. If it was her last supper, she's going out as feisty
as she's lived these 99 years.

Jerry