Died Peacefully at Home Surrounded by their Loving Family
I am certain that this is something that does happen, as I read it occasionally in the obituaries. I am also aware that death in and of itself isn't something that usually holds an easily reached peace in most circumstances. But as I sit here next to my mother, who is on her second day under hospice care and her 11th day fighting death, I realize that I can't remember a time that my family has been afforded the experience of the title of this blog post. My maternal grandfather died at the hospital, of congestive heart failure. They had just called to tell us he was going to be released to come home. Granted we knew he wasn't going to live very long, but he wanted to be at home and they were making that happen. Shortly after hanging up the phone, he died there, alone, without family, in his hospital room. My paternal grandfather died in an ambulance on the way to the hospital after suffering a stroke as he waited outside the grocery store for my grandmot...