I got a call from my mother on March 3, 1997. She asked if I could go to the nursing home, the nursing home said that she would not be alive much longer. Mom at the time was sick herself. At this point my mom was using a walker just to get around. So off to the Nursing home I went. I went into her room, I pulled a chair next to her bed and put my hand in hers, she was sleeping, and snoring. I sat there for hours, I didn't move the whole night, until it got so quite in the room. I didn't hear the machines, the other people, nothing. I almost thought I had fallen asleep. But the fact is my grandmother, passed away. I squeezed her hand and told her I was going to miss her very much. I kissed her on her forehead and told her that I loved her. Then I ran and got the nurse. With tears running down my cheeks they knew what happened.