A few days before my mom died.

We were in the living room. Mom was feeling like crap. Dad was calling the hospital to cancel the rest of Mom's appointments, because she was ready to throw in the towel.

I was pushing Marilla around in a 'boat' (a cardboard box). Dad helped Mom into a wheelchair to take her to lie down in bed. As they passed, Mom said "Two ships passing in the night."

Mom's body shut down pretty much immediately. Next time I saw her she was ounable to talk andonly half awake. So that was the last thing either Marilla or I heard her say.