While driving my cab 2nite, at about 0130, I received a call from my brother Christopher. He had just heard from our brother Adam that our mom was in Intensive Care and in bad shape. I was very shaken by the news, and went home after stopping in at my brothers' house. I found myself unable to sleep and restless, wishing there was something I could do for her. She was 700 miles away, in Oklahoma, and even if I were there I could do nothing. Hours passed. The phone rang around 0400. Christopher again. She didnt make it. Internal bleeding. Complications from surgery. We'r driving down tomorrow.