When my mother died

We had been home for Christmas. It was always wonderful spending the holidays with our families on the farm. My mother had gotten a little frail but was still hanging in there. My married brother Frank and his family had taken over the farm and were doing fine. They lived in my mother's house and were taking good care of her. A couple of months later, my mother took a turn for the worse and we immediately flew back to be by her side. It was as though she was just waiting for us to get there to say goodbye because that night, she passed away in her sleep.