I'm so sorry. So glad that you were able to go up and see her on Saturday (my mom's nurse assured me, after she'd had her massive stroke, that she could still hear all that was being said. Even if there is no comprehension, I like to think that your voice, heard for so many years, and loved for so many years, is recognized somewhere in the deep folds of the mind, and that it brings some comfort)

Leave-taking is ......hard, no matter what the relationship has been. But harder, I think, for those who've had difficult relationships. In the moment of loss, your world changes immeasurably. I'm so glad that you were wise enough to go to her, to be with her and your brother in those last moments. It will bring you some comfort in the sad times to come. I have to think that somehow we are all so very connected....what else explains the 'coincidence' of your calling and expressing your love at the moment of her passing?

No matter how fraught, your mom loved you and you loved her. And that is, at the end of the day, what counts.

Thinking of you, dear LT, with love.