That's what keeps me going,though if somebody had of given me a clue that she wasn't going to make it I would have spent our last days together differently.They let her out of the nursing home on a Saturday,she came to my house,I kept trying to make her eat,she was cranky,but I thought she was getting better. Monday I took her to her regular doctor,who just looked at her and said she needed hospice care,tue. she just slept and wouldn't eat,but she promised me she would the next day which was wednsday and she did,she woke up in a good mood and ate jello and ice cream,that afternoon a hospice lady came here,checked her out and they transfered her to a hospice care center right then and there. We went there and made sure she was all situated in her room,and I told her I'd be back the next day.I wish I would have stayed there with her but I was exhausted,so I went home to rest,but Ryan's physcho girlfriend had decided to kill herself(again)and came over here trying to use the phone to see who has been calling him,my husband offered to make the call or to take her whereever she needed to go,she left once and we locked up the house,but she scaled over our 8 foot fence and so we called 911,but she got away,I hate her.Around 6:30 a.m. thursday morning the hospice called and said she was going,I called my brother,went right down there we were all with her,grandkids and the great grandbaby,everyone except Jonathon. She couldn't talk,she was on oxygen and they were drugging her pretty heavy so she wouldn't suffer,we all told her how much we appreciated her,and how much we loved her,and I know she heard us because at one point when we were telling her how much we loved her,she said thanks,the only word she said till she died.I'm taking her ashes back home some time at the end of April to be with my Dad,I hope the dogwood trees are in bloom.