So I watched my boyfriend's mum die on Monday early morning.
It was peaceful, and calm, and she went surrounded by family. But I was uncomfortable the whole time. Because I knew things they didn't. I saw things they didn't. Smelled, heard, felt... you get the picture.
We showed up for an afternoon visit and she was unresponsive, resps 32, labored, snoring.
Cool to the touch, but diaphoretic. Mottling to the extremities. And for me little flags are going off about what's happening to her body.
But boyfriend's family is talking about the real estate market, or shopping or work drama.
W