One month after I got back from my mission in the middle of the night my father came running down the stairs pleading to me to help my mother because she was having a massive heart attack. I attempted to try to give her CPR with 911 operator trying to coach me. Then the paramedics came and injected her with all kinds of drugs that got her heart beating again. Hoping that things would get better from there, we found our selves in the hospital waiting for her to die because she was beyond a coma. Georgette was in her final two weeks of her mission so I asked her mission president if she could be dismissed early but she wanted to complete her full mission, which was frustrating for me but understanding in her part. Those two or three weeks were the most frustrating times in my families life. My whole family were there to be by her side. One week in we were contemplating if she would recover from this but her brain was gone behind repair and her heart was ripped as well. We had to make a tough decision to take away her source of food. She still would not die. We couldn't understand why. Then Georgette completed her mission and I asked if she would please see my mother before she would die. It was late and Georgette told my mother that she would be there for me when she was gone. In the middle of the same night my dear mother slipped away. I believe she was waiting for Georgette because she knew that I needed Georgette to get by and she wanted to hear from her first.