Sad time in my life

My dear mother, who turned 91 last month, is on her deathbed after a stroke a week ago. She is  back at the nursing home where she's lived for the past couple of years, surrounded by a loving staff and assisted by Hospice care. She will die a natural death, although nobody can say how long before she goes. The Hospice nurse told me it averages 2-3 weeks, but that is just a guess.
She lived a long and good life and was here with me (moved up from North Carolina after she was widowed) since the summer of 2008.
But even so, my grief is profound and it is so, so hard to let her go.
I probably don't have many readers of this minor little blog effort, but for those who are with me, here is a photo of my beautiful mother. Pray for angels to take her to heaven, and for the comfort of those she leaves behind.
Thank you.
The second photo is the two of us, just a week before she was stricken, when we had a lovely time together.
Her name is Wilma Mason, nee Brown.

Pama and Wilma