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To: Ish who wrote (15301)	6/23/2002 8:09:25 PM
From: maried.	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 21057

Yes, you did your best and more! The things that she asked for, the ciggies and the coffee, were probably what she needed to give her body the charge to be coherent again. Those memories of the past were imprinted on her mind's hard-drive before all the additional information took up her available memories. The first imprints will be with us all long after we have forgotten the name of the person who just visited us in our failing years. I think of these final moments as a saving grace...we can put ourselves back in a happier, healthier, younger time. My Mom went through this recently and I loved every memory she had. She was not old, sick and frail...she was young, alive and healthy and talked about her life as if she was thirty once again. I learned more about her thoughts as a young woman at that time than I ever did growing up with her has my mother. Peace to our Moms... Marie

To: Ish who wrote (15301)	6/23/2002 8:32:31 PM
From: Poet	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 21057

It's a wonderful thing to be able to say "I did my best." Good for you, Ish. This reminds me of the story of my grandmother's deathbed. She was in her eighties, dying in a convalescent home. She'd stopped eating and drinking. My mother was with her, talking to her, passing a wet washcloth over her face, putting ice to her lips. At the very end, when she couldn't speak, she pointed to my mother and made a slow clapping motion. She was saying "Good for you, loving me all the way through to the end."