Mom was on a mechanical respirator. She had many wires attached, which came out from her head, heart and arms. The stains of blood on her nose and part of her ears gave me to understand that this was not a joke.
The room was frozen. A dull blue was what allowed me to see her lying on the ugly stretcher. Dad had just arrived and the moment he entered he immediately went to her side. My Aunt had called him so that I would not have the bad obligation to decide when to disconnect her. It was clear that she, despite being my mother, she was not going to leave her like this. She was practically already dead. He couldn't have her connected to a bunch of machines, preventing her from leaving this world at once.