This morning I received a phone call from my mother. It was to inform me that my Oma had passed away in the early morning. She had been in the hospital for almost a week after blood clot entered the back of her brain and caused a sever stroke which caused her to be a unresponsive yet aware state as her body fought to continue to live. She could hear us but she couldn't do anything to acknowledge us. I had said my good byes to her on Tuesday when we thought she was going to pass away which would have been better than this long drawn out mess. Yesterday my mother went to see her one last time and I was able to say one last goodbye over the phone as I am up at my parents big farm looking after it over the weekend. In some ways it's good I didn't see her in this final stage as she was hooked up to various suction tubes to prevent her from drowning in her own fluids, but it still somewhat stings that didn't get to see her yesterday.