Mom’s friend from church called this afternoon while in mom’s room at Woodland Terrace. She counted down, “3, 2, 1 …” and put mom on the phone.

I said, “Hello? Mom?” and tried to engage her over and over again, but it was just ninety seconds of her labored breathing … gasping really. She didn’t respond to me at all.

Mom’s friend took the phone from her and said, “She’s probably had enough. She’s more agitated than usual.” She told me that Nurse Cheryl was going to be calling me in a few minutes because she wanted to tell me what the “local doctor” had recommended. I thanked her and we hung up. The entire call was only about three minutes.