“My mom went into congestive heart failure when we got back from being evacuated after Hurricane Katrina. She was 90 years old. The hospital wanted to go into all kinds of surgeries, do all these heroic things, but she was not looking to have stomach tubes inserted or colon surgery. Somewhere along the line someone suggested Hospice Associates, and they were absolutely incredible. I don’t know how I could have done it without them.
There was one time when my mother was sick on a weekend—it was our 50th anniversary. They came out and took care of her. You couldn’t ask for anything better than that.
But it wasn’t just her healthcare, it was her emotional care, too. Edgar evidently asked her if she had any last wishes, and one of them was to thank my sister and myself for allowing her to make our wedding dresses. For my mother’s 91st birthday celebration, he came home with two of the most beautiful poems about it. It was just wonderful. Divine guidance must have been guiding his hand when he wrote them, because the two poems he wrote described us as though he’d known us all our lives. He must have really listened to her—it was one of the most beautiful things.
He had these poems written on a beautiful piece of stationary, with silver borders. It was so beautiful what he did. When he gave it to my mom, she was so excited. She said, ‘This is my best birthday ever.’
That was October 19. She died November 10. The day she died, they helped her pass in total comfort. That was so important to us. And that was our experience. It was all beautiful.”