It was a good day. We watched an old black and white movie together which was always one of our favorite things to do. She ate a good and healthy lunch, we did our prayers, went for a walk around the house and then it was time for her afternoon nap. At 93, this is what is called a ‘good day’. Around 6pm I got her up again to walk, which was our usual routine. I couldn’t believe how well she was maneuvering her walker and how fast she was moving. I said “Wow, Mom you’re doing so well tonight, let’s do one more round” which we did. As we arrived in her bedroom to change into her night clothes I noticed how quickly she let go of her walker and sat down on the bed. As I grabbed the walker to set it to the side, she slipped her feet up to lay down on the bed. I saw her head hit the pillow as I turned back around. At that very instant her eyes darted to the corner of the room. Something or Someone had grabbed her full attention and she was fixated. Her little brown eyes immediately got very big. In very slow motion her eyes started to move from that corner of the room to the opposite corner. I stood stunned, watching as her eyes crossed the room. Then in the same slow motion her eyes returned to the center and stopped where I was, now kneeling right in front of her on the bed. I stared into her eyes and said “Mom?” but she did not see me anymore. She had gone blank. I took her hand and lifted it only to have it drop lifeless. I took a deep breath realizing what had just happened.
To my own surprise, I remained very calm. The day and hour had come. It was now. Never would I have thought starting that day, that it would end like this. It was too good, too ordinary. There had been signs but then again, not strong enough signs that would’ve put us on guard.