The long, slow letting go

We got the call today.
Hospice has summoned everyone to the house.
On Friday, Jane wasn't good- confused about the phone/remote (thought it was one or the other), and the body changes are happening now too.
Today, it was worse. She couldn't figure out how to lay down. Didn't know how to anymore. Mike tearfully called all his children to let them know that after work they should come to the house. Not necessarily to say goodbye, but ...to say goodbye. Because she can go at anytime. We were just THERE Thursday night.
SIGH.
This is, of course, all okay. The letting go and missing suck, but I am so excited for her to get out of her body. What's going to hurt is the missing, and watching some of the people that i love the most be so sad. Kimmy is torn up that Caiden will have no memory of her. He never knew the good her at all. She didn't read and record her voice for the book that Kim got her, so that Caiden could at least hear her.
Fortunately/Unfortunately, tonight- this week, in fact- is the week that my parents have the hotel, so we are to go over there at night so the kids can swim. This means, of course, that I will probably miss out on Jane. Maybe one night they will let me go over there and watch all four.
BOOOOOOO.
Shawn is on his way there, because who can work after that phone call? Kimmy doesn't know how long she'll last. Cullen's pissed that he's supposed to be able to work. I don't know what Brian is doing. Rick is in Mexico. Who knows about Corey.
*SIGH*