Thank you. She declined very rapidly. On a Tuesday I got a call from my sister saying “mom is in the ICU on a ventilator and it doesn’t look good, you should probably try to get here within the next couple of days”. I live in CA and she lived in NY. I used all my remaining airline miles to book a one way ticket out there (didn’t know how long I’d need to be there) and made arrangements to stay with one oh my aunts. Flew out on Wednesday but it was when the east coast was having really really bad winter storms. Made it to DC, but every flight to Albany NY kept getting canceled and there was no getting a train ticket either. I was communicating with my sister the whole time and at one point my mom was taken off of the ventilator so my sister and I agreed it would be best if I flew back home. I was at that fucking airport for almost 24 hours. I managed to get a direct flight home and I got lucky, I had the entire row to myself so I could lay down and sleep because at that point I’d been awake for like 36 hours. Then that Saturday she was put in hospice care and passed the next day. It’s still all very surreal to me. She was only 66.