If you had to choose the way that you would die, how would you choose for it to happen?
My Mother passed away in November, at the spritely young age of 84. She was as sharp as a tack and had all her faculties, and other than a problem with COPD for a few years now, her local medical centre and the doctors were always very impressed with her health. She was able to keep mobile and fairly independent up until the middle of last year, when she was taken ill with a severe and rapid onset bout of pneumonia. I called the doctor immediately, and she was taken straight into hospital for a short while, until she was well.Once back out, things went on as normal for a couple of months, until she came down with what we thought was a tummy bug. At first, the doctor gave her antibiotics, and we waited to see what would happen, but a couple of weeks later, things weren't improving, and she was becoming noticably dehydrated. Another doctor came round, and recommended she go back into hospital. This was the first week in October.I drove her over, and she was admitted. Sh was stabilised and a few days later had the results through of her tests. The prognosis was not good. Her only worry was to make it to my daughter's 22nd birthday three weeks later. (Mine was a only a few days after she went in, but that was of secondary importance..lol) She made it to my daughter's birthday, and we both spent a lot of time up at the hospital keeping her company. Due to her condition, she couldn't eat anything, and after her fluids were stabilised, she refused any further drips, and just sipped water. (And the occasional mouthful of sherry...not to worry, it was noted on the charts, 25ml 3 times daily...seriously. The consultant was great)Over the next few weeks, she became weaker, but still in good spirits. More and more, she would nod off for a short while. About a month after she was admitted, I was up visiting on Saturday 7th November, and sat while she snoozed for about a half hour after I arrived, and then a couple of hours later, she was getting tired again, so I said that I would be up on Monday, as I had business to attend to. We said our goodbyes, and I left, as she started to nod off again, as she was watching a film. I headed home, and on the Sunday, a short while after noon, I got a phone call from the ward, to say that she had passed away. Apparently she was awake and comfortable earlier, then went for another nap and never woke up. After the initial problems when she arrived, she never needed pain relief, and never had any real bother. She left the staff quite bemused because she knew exactly what to expect, but was never really up or down. (She used to be a nurse herself)I had wanted to be present to sing her off with an old lullaby that she used to sing me as a baby in German, (she is Austrian), but I did this when I came up to see her on the Sunday, to say my farewells.At the end, she was in good spirits, and was comfortable, and I had her assured that me and my daughter were okay, and all her affairs and ours were well in order, and there was nothing to worry about. She simply went for another nap and never woke up, after a long and eventful life. In the weeks leading up to that, we had plenty of opportunity to say everything that needed saying between us. If I get anywhere near that sort of exit, I am not worried, and will be very contented indeed. BTW, in case anyone is interested in the film she was watching, she found it very amusing , and had a few wee quiet giggles during the bits she saw. The title? "Death Becomes Her".This is the last picture I took, not realising it would be the last. I hope I look like that when I go.