Mother

My mother is dying. I've known that since we were in the hospital, but this is the first time it's been acknowledged openly. The lady from hospice came over today and we talked about it. I want her to be as comfortable as she can be in the time she has left. A part of me is very angry with her because she smoked for thirty years and she knew this sort of thing could happen. Her dad died from lung cancer too, she should have known better. There's another part of me that wants her to go soon. She's in pain and I don't want her to suffer.