I'm grateful to have been able to spend the last 10 days with my mom before she passed today. I've had family and friends die before, but I've never actually witnessed the process. It was moving, deep and powerful. Close friends and family visited and, either unspoken or spoken, acknowledged the past and released her for her journey. Her prayers shifted from healing to transition. She gave directions for how she wanted her funeral and remembrances to be handled - all aligned with her objective to minimize future burdens for family and friends. As the days passed and the transition slowly occurred, we realized that we had "days left", then "hours left" and finally "minutes left". I may not be a religious person, but it was beautiful to see how her religious faith gave her peace and confidence throughout the transition. The hospice nurses proved to be the closest thing to saints and/or angels that we have on this earth. Though it was a tremendously sad time, my mom showed me that it..