My grandmother got moved to a hospice after a heart attack and two strokes left her totally paralyzed and clinging to life, shes 83. She has a living will so there is no rescusitation or anything like that. Its just me and my mother and aunt and we are basically waiting for her to pass sometime this week. When my mother asked me to fly out here to be with her its not what I expected, meaning its not simply an old lady sleeping but a human being clinging to life and confronting the enevitable in all of its disturbing realness. I hope no one here has had to deal with these drawn out situations, its agony especially on my mother and aunt. One part of me wants her suffering to end but another part of me wants her back the way she was (but will never be). We are all close and I just want to comfort my mother and aunt during the loss of their last parent.