My mother, Ruby Robins, died on February 21, 2001, after a year-long battle with lung cancer. Through it all she remained strong and true. Even during her greatest suffering, she never complained. She stayed strong for her family. I live about 4 hours from the hospital where she spent her last days, but I tried to spend every waking moment with her. I did not want her to die without me being there. On the 21st in the night her heart failed.
I was holding her hand telling her how much we all loved her and crying out to God. God gave me a gift allowing me to be there when she passed. It was a quiet, peaceful passing and I thank God for that. I wasn't able to be with her a lot while she suffered with cancer, since I lived away, but God allowed me to be with her when she died. That is something I will always have that my brothers and sisters don't. Who can ask for more than to have a loved one holding your hand telling you how much you're loved as you pass from this world. I love my mom and miss her greatly. Our whole family is still greatly in the grieving process. I think I've actually been in denial. My mom was a great person and everyone liked her. She is greatly missed.