I had been telling you for weeks at that point, every night before I'd kiss your cheek and go to bed, that you could let go when you were ready. That night, you listened. And now, two years later, I understand why. While it took your body another 2 days to finally shut down, YOU left us 2 years ago tonight.
Unbeknownst to the rest of us, after everyone else went to bed that night, your baby boy sat beside your bed and finally gave you permission to let go. I had told him weeks before that I was planning to tell you it was okay to go when you needed to, and I gently encouraged him to do the same. Aunt Mardie reminded me on the phone with her, about a month before you passed and when your body quickly stopped working the way it had been just days before, that you would hold on for both of us forever if you could, but especially for that baby boy of yours. When I told him about the conversation, he said he just wasn't ready to do that. So I never brought it up again.
I remember talking to dad later that same day, after my conversation with Neal, and he broke down and told me he'd be okay if you left that very day, because he just couldn't watch you like that anymore. Dad reminded me throughout your illness and after your passing the importance of respecting everyone's individual right to grieve the way they need to. If Neal wasn't ready to let you go yet, I needed to respect that. And it's not that either of us were ever ready to let you go...let EITHER of you go. But after years of the two of you doing what was best for us regardless of how much it hurt you, I knew we had to do the same. And what was best for you at that point, when cancer had taken over your whole body and you could barely move, was to set you free.
Neal told me not long ago that he didn't have that talk with you until that last weekend. He said he just wasn't ready before then. We've talked a little bit about your last year, and he asked me recently if I thought you even going through treatment at all was the right decision, or if we pushed you to make that choice because we weren't ready to lose you.
I believe you would have done anything to be with us as long as possible; even if it meant putting poison in your body to fight off cancer cells, even if it meant radiation, even if it meant MRIs every few months despite your extreme claustrophobia, and even if it meant 3 hour infusions. Even if it meant your quality of life declined steadily over the course of a year, and rapidly in the last 2 months.
Thank you for doing all that you did...for being uncomfortable the way you were in the end, for laying in that bed for all those days...until we were "ready" to let you go.