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Funny term “dead”. It’s very hard to say. I have had a lot of phone calls over the last week. I found it very hard to say “My mother’s dead”. It hurt and didn’t seem quite right. Too blunt and harsh.
I heard my brother use “passed away”, and I have started using it. It seems less harsh, like nothing had really happened.
“My mother passed away”. It sounds like she passed through a door. She left the building. Moved away.
“My mother passed away”. I saw her.
She hadn’t opened her eyes for a couple of days. Following a major stroke and then a heart attack a couple of days later, she just lay there struggling for air. She took large gulps and then would stop breathing all together for about a minute or so. Then abruptly, she would draw deeply on the air in the room and fight for air.
The doctors had told us she wouldn’t last long. The quite between her breaths lasted longer and longer. Her breathing was more laboured.
The nurses came in and removed her oxygen mask; “it’s having no effect” they told us. They removed her feeding tube; “her systems are shutting down one by one”. Still she gasped for air, her eyes closed.
Then all of a sudden, it was quiet. She open her eyes wide. Her head lifted from the pillow, and she looked about the bed at all present. She said her goodbye, closed her eyes and then died/passed away.
My father cried like he was about to drown in a sea of tears. They would have been married 60 years in December.
My mother passed away a week ago. I don’t know what it is like without her yet.
citizenjoe has been around for quite a long time and when I say he has been around, I mean he has been around. He likes writing and enjoys hanging out with this motley bunch of characters.
Lionel Gherkin is a sad sack with good reason, the poor bastard. You can read why in 
Along for the ride is Shelby Wright. Shelby is ahighly respected and well-to-do-man-about-town. He is the group's cultural attache; its conscience but not really its heart. 
And let's not forget Brenda Spoon. The lovely of the group. She a humourous bone that'll grab you like a meat hook and then tenderise like a piece of steak. People tell me she's hilarious; and who knows, one day I may even laugh at them.