My mom called. It was 3:00 am. Any phone call at that hour can't be good.
Mom lay down with Dad in bed for the last time. We've been telling him it was alright to go, that we would take care of Mom, that the tractor was fixed, and so many other things to try and ease his mind. But he waited. I think he wanted to just be with Mom one more time.
She said he let out one final rattly breath, and couldn't do anymore.
I love you Papa, and we'll take care of Mom. I promise.