First, I'm sorry for your loss. And also for the callous way you were treated.
My mother is older, and I couldn't get her on the phone, even late at night, and she never goes out late. So, I drove almost an hour to her condo, expecting with every mile to find her dead on the floor when i got there. But she wasn't there at all. Finally, I used her phone to call my brother--the same one who hasn't spoken to me since he found out I was transitioning, in 2004--and his wife answered. She goes, "oh, mom's in the hospital. Didn't anyone tell you?" Like who, Casper the friendly frigging ghost?
