My father died about 8 years ago. I had to be the one to make the hard decisions. The U of M hospital was going to operate but my dad was so weak they decided not to. My brothers and uncle tried to argue with the chief of surgery to operate. I finally stepped in and said there is something worse than dying on the table, surviving but being too weak to ever go home again.
They all stopped and actually heard what I was saying.
The doctor offered to tell my dad but I said, "Doc thanks, but you don't love him and we do." I told my dad he was going home now and he instantly knew why. "So that's it, then?" He said. "Yes, one of the best hospitals in the world can't operate." I replied. I can never forget those few minutes ever.
My dad looked at the nurse and said, "You have 10 minutes to get these tubes out of me and then my sons are taking me home to die. I will give you 10 minutes of the time I have left after that I am taking them out myself."
I understand your pain, but as TonyV said - talk about her tell the stories that made you laugh, cry and love her. It is what makes us human to share loss.