Stories about my life

This ride we have been on is winding down.  My mom, once so full of life and laughter is now sleeping very deeply.  I understand the word they used to describe her is unresponsive. 

That means she is not aware of her surroundings.  She no longer talks, she no longer laughs.  This morning my sister gave her a bath and used lavander shampoo, bubbles and body wash.  It will probably be my mom’s last bath.

She is now ready to enter heaven smelling like lavander. 

We watch her breathing become increasingly labored.  Morbildly waiting for that last breath. 

She was upset this morning when she woke up and was not in heaven.  I would be really surprised if she woke up again.

My mom, my best friend what will I do without her?