Mom is moving to hospice Wednesday evening

Mom has been mostly out of it today, with limited communication, until old friends came by, and she greeted them by name. She smiled and made hand gestures, then slipped under the waves just as quickly. One of the nurses aids that Mom likes came to look in on her, and Mom got a big smile of recognition, and quietly mouthed his name, "Mark." The two of them hugged and Mark broke down in tears. Not a dry eye in the house, to be sure.

We're waiting for Mom's last ambulance ride, and she visibly grimmaced when I told her about it. We're moving her to Bruns House, a small hospice house in Alamo, only six beds, that we've heard rave reviews about. Mom and I had talked about it over the last few months, and Mike and I think it justifies the dreaded ambulance trip.

Here's the address: 2849 Miranda Avenue, Alamo (Google Maps)

Check the blog or call me or to see the latest status: 510-282-1133.

Love,
Dave