morbid vigil

Dad, Karl and I are a sitting around Mom in a morbid vigil, waiting for her to pass away. We know the time is fast approaching; her breath is becoming shallower and she generally has a peaceful countenance. Occasionally she will utter a soft phrase, usually "I love you".

Meanwhile, I feel physically ill and can barely keep my eyes open most of the time. I suppose it is merely the effects of stress. I took a nap earlier but didn't want to sleep too long.

We don't expect her to see sunset tonight.