"I feel great."

That is the last thing my mother said to me, in fact those are the last words she spoke to anyone. When I hear someone use that phrase it brings me back to the day of moms death but it does warms my heart knowing she felt good on that day. When I stood at the end of her hospice bed in our living room and gave her feet a light squeeze, I asked her if there was anything I could get for her? She responded "I feel great." i walked away to let her rest as I watched her eyes close, she looked comfortable and at ease. I left the house on that gorgeous April day, sun shining, the ocean was glistening and waves were perfect. I gathered with some friends on the boardwalk to enjoy the warmth.
When I returned to my car Dad had called several times, I knew it. I called him back and he was sobbing, "your mother passed" he said. I fell to my knees, I couldn't believe it, my heart broke in two, I thought it'd never really happen.
I headed home in shock, I couldn't even speak.
When I walked in the house Grandma was sitting at the kitchen table crying and Dad greeted me there with a huge hug, sobbing in my arms. I was nervous to see mom, just 30 mins ago she was resting so peacefully, now she's dead. I made my way in and just burst into tears. I laid my head on her chest, held her hand and kissed her goodbye.
I'll never forget that day and this April 4th I will honor mom as I do everyday. I miss her dearly.