I caught a flight out from San Francisco to Orlando today. I got to my parents' house around 11:00 pm. Everyone was asleep except for the nurse and my wife. Today was the first day that my mom did not get out of bed. A couple of times she wanted to get up, but she just didn't have the strength. She hasn't been able to swallow food or liquid today. She has tried to speak a few words, but not too much.
Earlier in the evening, my brother Tim put his ipod headphones in my mother's ears and played some irish songs including Danny Boy. She responded to the music and moved her feet to the beat.
The photo above is me, tired and discouraged.