Today. April 17th, 2018. Exactly one week since I received the phone call from my dad. “Mimi, she passed away!”  For the last 10 years of her life, my mom was in a vegetative/comatose state. At one time, even the thought of hearing the words my dad spoke that morning would haunt me. They hung over my head like a massive black cloud that, especially at the beginning of her illness, would drench me with unbelievable SADNESS. During those dark times, when the deep sadness would come over me, I often felt like I couldn’t breathe. After so many years of seeing someone you love more than words can express, experience such suffering, you start to pray the prayer you never thought you would. Lord, deliver her from this suffering; please take her home with you.  But, my mom hung on. Back in February, we thought we were going to lose her. I sat in the hospital praying that the Lord would take her so that finally she could be at peace. But, my mom …