My Mom died a week ago. She was in palliative care. I was with her every day and when I knew she was going I sat by her for 16 hours talking, singing and reading poetry to her. I held her hand and watched her last breath. It replays in my mind constantly. It makes me crazy. I find myself describing it silently like I am telling someone. Also just talking out loud describing it when I am alone. I feel traumatized somehow. She was 91 and peaceful and we had said all the necessary things to each other. It’s supposed to be like a peaceful letting go (and it was) but I can’t shake the whole experience.