She was right.
My mother and her friends are all good church-going people. They don’t care if they die, but they don’t want to linger, suffering.
One of my mom’s friends, Ted, in his 90s, took a fall while he was on a highway cleanup project with his church men’s group. They called 911, paramedics said he was okay. He went back to the apartment he shared with his sister, lay down for a nap, and didn’t wake up.
My mother emailed me, “God loved Ted.”