This story of my mother's death is true to the best of my recollections. Coming from an Irish, Roman Catholic family, some might think it to be a fairy tale, but it's a true story of tears and love. Nearing the end of my mother's 2 1/2 week hospital stay, her surgeon was leaving her room. "She's doing as expected; a few days or even hours left," he said. I thanked him and went in to be with Mom. That was the night that Memories Mood started; how her death walk took a turn with me that awesome night.