and was much the same as mine with my Mother. She saw her brother in her room with her the night before she died. She kept asking me if I saw Uncle Harry. When I left her that evening, I told her that I couldn't see him, but it didn't mean he wasn't there. I told her to have a nice visit with him and I would be back first thing in the morning. Told her I loved her. My brother and I had both had our private moments with Mom earlier that evening talking about how we would be fine when she joined Dad, and that I would watch out for my brother (who didn't handle money well and was getting over a rough divorce). After our private times with Mom, we all three sat there and reminisced. Mom was laughing, happy, relieved - we had together made the decision to remove all tubes, IVs, monitors, etc. She was dying fro DIC (Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation of unknown origin). My brother said his goodbyes and left for work so he didn't witness the visit from Uncle Harry. The hospital was going to send her home with Hospice care the following Monday, if she made it that long.

I was with her when she passed. Same thing, I went in early and she kept looking to the side of her bed and upward, she was smiling and had a sparkle in her eyes I hadn't seen for awhile. Odd, because she was legally blind but could see shadows and shapes. No colors. She couldn't talk. I put my head next to hers and told her we would all be fine, she had waited 11 years to be with Dad again. Within 5 min. of that, she took her last breath. I was holding her hand, and my body felt like someone gave me a hug and felt wrapped in love. It was almost a euphoric feeling that lasted several hours, like I had just sent Mom on a trip that she was really excited about.

I'm glad you were able to share that time with your mother.