Ryan's mother, Patricia, passed away yesterday. She suffered from MS for many many years and recently came down with pneumonia. Friday night we found out it that she was not doing very well and that all of Ryan's siblings were flying in to see her. Ryan was able to leave early Saturday morning with Cash to get to Utah to see her. Thanks to my sister flying to Chicago to come get me and probably some serious miracles to make everything work out, I arrived with the twins that evening and Pat was able to meet her twin grandchildren shortly before they removed her oxygen. Apparently she had had a picture of them next to her bedside there in the hospital, and it was very special to us to have her be able to meet them before she passed on.
It was a hard thing to watch, but all 9 of her children were surrounding her and all felt very peaceful about her passing. It's sort of bittersweet that Ryan's mother passed away on Mother's day, and I found out my father had passed away on Father's day. When we all said our goodbyes to Pat though I felt strangely that this would be the closest I would ever be to the other side and I really did feel like I could pass on a message, so I asked her to say hello to my dad if she sees him.
Her funeral will be tomorrow. She will be missed, but we are happy for her.