You know before this happened to my parents, my mom and I had actually talked about what she wanted should she ever be in this kind of condition. She wanted to make sure that her desires were clear, and that we would follow thru with her wishes. 
Most people, in this case would try to get some form of advanced directive to make sure those decisions could be honored, but not us, not my mom …
We’ve yet to find the right document that will uphold the things that are important to us southern, blonde women (or maybe it’s just us). So in this moment, I lean in to reassure my mom that we’ve got her covered …

“Momma, you still look great! All of your makeup is still on. In fact, I need to know what kind of mascara you use because that stuff is NOT coming off! … They’ve got you in your beautiful, yellow gown today. And we got you your blanket you wanted … Oh and hey, keep your eyes closed for just a sec, I’m going to spray some perfume like you love to make sure you smell good … There you go mom! I told you we got you taken care of. You don’t worry about a thing.”

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