I was having a hard time because I had to make the decision to take her off the breathing machine and call hospice. It was a true burden if you haven't had to go through it. While I was sitting looking out the window  I begin to pray to God for the answer because I could not decide.  I went home to take a little time to think, and just as I got out from the elevator, Moses, a friend I haven't see for years walked through the doors. He is an Apache Minister and medicine man. He just ran up to me and gave me a big hug and told me everything is in Gods hands  and he led me to the hospital chapel. Told me mom was covered and was going home. He prayed in his Apache Language and told me after I left the chapel I would be feeling happy and free for my mom and find the courage to let her go cause God was holding my hand too. I am so crying right now.