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[regnaD kciN]

34. Indeed. I didn't make it to either of my parents' side when they passed...

My parents lived in San Diego and I'm in Seattle. In 2004, my father had a stroke, and it was clear he wasn't going to survive. We got on a flight to SD as soon as we could. When we landed at the airport, I called my mother, and was told my father had died while we were in-flight.

Seven years later, we had just been down to visit my mother barely a week previously. She caught a cold (which, at her age, was concerning), but I called her every night and, on Saturday night, she told me she was feeling a lot better. The next morning/afternoon, I got a call from her caregiver, telling me that her condition had deteriorated, but it didn't sound like she was in imminent danger. I spoke to her for a couple of minutes, urging her to keep her spirits up, get some rest, and keep fighting off the illness. I called again that evening, as I normally did, and was informed she was sleeping, so I didn't want to wake her up. The next morning, I called again, and her caregiver reported that she was non-responsive. She died a few hours later.