So I flew back to Ohio on a Friday afternoon. That morning I walked into my mother's room where a nurse begged me to try to get her eat. For the entire morning, my mother was completely still and comatose. When my dad arrived and saw the state she was in, he broke down and wept, saying she;s never coming out of here alive, and I told him IU thought she was very near death. The day before she had rallied, and I took that as a good reason to fly back, finish BK's recording and get everything frozen for the Comden & Green album.
When I said goodbye to my mother, I put my arms around her, bent down, begged her to eat, told her I'd be back after Monday, and kissed her cheek. She opened her eyes, looked lucidly at me, and said, that's the last you'll get. Then she drifted back to her comatose existence.
I wept all the way to the airport.