My mother hated doctors and hospitals. She hated her tortured painful life. She begged me to take her home. The place she had spent 27 years mourning, and grieving her lost loved ones and blaming herself.

I am my mothers daughter. Now I fear I could spend
the rest of my life mourning, grieving and blaming myself.

She gave me life. And I repayed her with death.
I'll never know if I did the right thing.