"...suddenly, besides grieving--everything that I did at work had new meaning--or in some cases, no meaning." I had arrived at the hospital about 7am on a cold January morning in 2001. My mother lay in ICU having suffered a heart attack the day before at her nursing home. My brother and I had cared for her for ten years at my home in Olathe, Kansas. He drove an early morning truck shift for a bakery--and after several attempts to call him, got him the message to come to the hospital. A few minutes earlier--my mother, laying in a semi out of it state--blurted out, "I'm going..." I responded, I know mother. Two hours later, as I sat at the foot of her bed, the ICU monitor that had beeped on a regular basis--suddenly became one long beeeeeepppppp. I looked up and noticed there was no longer a blood pressure or pulse reading. The nurse came over, calmly turned the machine off and said "I'm sorry". Thus ended my 80 ye...