My mom was only 59, born in 1959, died December 2018.
She was something of a health nut.
She had 3 kinds of cancers, 1 found after 1 or 2 car accidents and a detached retina.
I didn't know...
Her medicine made her stop eating and eventually stop breathing. She died of a pneumonia.
I tried to help and wondered why they were reluctant to get her to a hospital with food from a tube, which they did after it was too late.
She was so looking forward to the rest of her life, just got a Master's in Human Resources at a top university here.
I'm sad for her most, not for myself losing her so much. It was sad, I came home from college and was enjoying being with my parents and sometimes little brother. It's very sad. I think I hypnotized myself after the normal reaction to myself to a classical song I like with a good yet pleasantly peculiar recording and that was it.
What made me most sad was my dad being sad. We were with her constantly for days at the hospital and mostly at Hospice. We thought she had more time, but she went out unconscious and probably blind, which made me extra upset.
I was in bed the next day or so maybe, and I felt pressure all around me affecting me, like I had to be careful. It might be due to something else. I went to bed, and it felt like I was in my room maybe and it went all dark. I had just conspired with Satanism, which isn't in a bad way. I felt the kind of pressure I felt awake in bed. I sensed a deep, chuckling, female voice saying, "No, maybe not that, but I have one more thing for you." It was my mom on the side of my bed. I asked, I think, if it was her. It was like she said, "Yes, of course it's mom." It seemed like she was really there in my dreams, but they are "fading fast."
I wanted people to help save her, and I tried to help. There were questions, but I did listen to a recording myself coming home from the hospital one night, and it got me through when I was physically fatigued like I would not make it, walking from the bus.