Ethel McPeak Thompson Bolt, my mother, died shortly after 5 a.m. today at her assisted living home in Pulaski County, Virginia.
She was 88.
Death came peacefully, in her sleep. I kept a bedside vigil all night after doctors and hospice told me the time was near. She simply stopped breathing.
Mom always feared dying alone. She wasn’t alone. I was there. So were the nurses, aides and staff who had helped me care for her in the final years of her life.
Arrangements are pending. There’s so much more that can, and should, be said about her life but right now I’m too tired and too drained to put them into words.