I remember sitting at my unconscious fathers bed in the summer of -97, along with my younger brother Ulf - who passed away this June after several years of fighting with the ugly cancer - holding dads hands. Our father did not show any sign of awakeness. But suddenly he opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at me, smiled, then turned his head the other way, looked and smiled at Ulf. Closed his eyes. Three hours later it was over.
That was one fine moment I'll carry the rest of my life.
Mama left six years later. Sitting in her hospital bed, holding the phone, and calling social services to arrange for her future living as she could not take care of her one-person household no more, possibly sitting in a wheelchair. So, she left right in her step. Just as she lived. Always moving.
We all know the end is always in sight. Still we're - usually - not prepared when it arrives.