“She’s at peace now,” my Aunt Val consoled me on Tuesday. My mother had died just hours before this phone call. “Your mom fought a tough battle, and dealt with a lot of pain–way worse than any Ironman.” I was at my mother’s bedside during her final hours. They were a challenge for her, and for my nephew and I, who were on-duty that night. While we knew her end was coming, no one in my family thought it would be that night. I was unprepared and shaken by what happened in those final moments. My aunt was right: those …