Ann Smith died today around 12:40 in the morning.
Sunday had been a rough day for her - Dad could tell that the pain meds weren't doing much for her. After giving her another dose for the night and giving her a sip of water, Dad held her hand. She'd been twitching a lot and halucinating for the past week or so, so he had to pull her fingers apart, and she squeezed hard when he got his hand in there. He said he just felt the pressure go away.
I just read over the obituary that Dad must've typed up while Emily and I tried to get more sleep, and learned something. I knew my mom had been part of the Bicentennial Band & Chorus in high school, an