A major artery ripped open in her head as she was preparing to go to bed. The blood, now unleaseh, flowed through the brain reaking havoc. She wasn't very old,

A major artery ripped open in her head as she was preparing to go to bed. The blood, now unleaseh, flowed through the brain reaking havoc. She wasn't very old, but she knew this migh happen to her, as it did to her brother and sister. This was why she emailed her daughter every morning, to tell her she was okay. Until that last morning. When we awoke we rushed to her home. A neighbour had already warned the ambulance. He heared her slowly bang on the door in the early hours as he was walking his dog. The police broke had down the door. She couldn't move het legs, or talk. By the time she was rushed to the ER and they had made a scan of the brain she was already slipping in to coma. There was nothing anyone could do anymore. We had to wait until the blood reached the part of the brain that is responsible for your breathing. We waited by her side as she was slowly, very slowly dying. The nurses said "it wouldn't be long now" Her breaths were becoing slower and shallow. After a full day of waiting we watched her face become blue, grey and blue agian. I once read the ability to hear is the last thing to go, so we told her in kind, gentle words it was okay, she could let go, she needn't worry about anything anymore. She could let go... Finally after eight hours of painfully taking short breaths her body gave in. She had passed away... Would a dosis of morphine been a bad thing? I don't know but I would have fucking wanted it if it was me on that bed.