I am at a loss for words.

Yesterday while at work, I watched as one of my patients died. She was an elderly lady that was found unconscience and unresponsive. After intubating her, it was determined that she had an intercrainal bleed and an MI. Now when someone has a bleed in the head, the skull fills with blood, essentially killing the brain. When someone has an MI, the cardiac tissue dies. Not good and not fixable. Anyway, this lovely lady was surrounded by her daughters and son, who then decided to take her off the breathing machine. So we took her off the machine, took out the tube, but kept her on her sedative meds. She gasped and gasped and gasped. She slowly stopped breathing while her family and I looked on. We took comfort in the chaplin's words, and through my tears I tried to keep her family aprised of what was happening. I watched those damned monitors for hours. When she died, the tears flowed anew from her family. "I love you, mom," they whispered. I didn't sob until I left the room.
It was the most difficult thing I have ever done, I tried to be strong, I tried to be sensitive, I tried to be respectful.

"I love you, mom" Say it now.