“And soon a cold realization hit me: The time for giving up hope and letting go was now. It would be my parting gift to her. And as I cried into Mom’s ear and held her hand, and told her it was okay to let go, that I’d be fine, I felt her chest rise one last time. There was no long continuous beep like you see in the movies. Just a deafening silence and my echo of good-bye skipping down the side of her ear like a coin down a deep well.” DeathParentsMourningSaying Goodbye Book:Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French Source: Monsieur Mediocre: One American Learns the High Art of Being Everyday French