Ommie is dying. This is so hard. We are going to have hospice come in to help us keep her more comfortable. She seems to be slipping a little more each day...a little more confused, a little more uncomfortable.
Saturday, December 29th is our annual family party. She is so looking forward to this...our one-time a year when all aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings are together celebrating. Her doctor is recommending she not attend. Her family is rebelling.
She is dying. This is her wish.