This Time Last Year, #2

We had our last Thanksgiving meal with all of us together. It was at our home. All of my brothers were here. Me and my sista's-in-law prepared the meal (and Matt too, if I remember right!). Mom sat at the head of the table in our dining room. She ate a few bites, but couldn't keep it down. It was a very bitter/sweet meal. At times I couldn't hardly swallow my food from that lump in my throat. Other times mom was being kind-of silly (usual), and we laughed.
She asked to take a hot bath in my soaker tub. This probably sounds weird, but I was honored that I could draw a bath for her and comfort her in that way. Dad helped her take her bath, and then they went home. She stayed awake and was pretty alert for the couple hours they were here.
The next day is the day we took her to the hospital. This was 6 1/2 days before she died. You can see the range of emotions we were experiencing when looking at the pics.

ps. okay, so it was Alan that helped in the kitchen... Matt was just looming to swipe finger samples of the mashed potatoes ;)