JoAnn, at least your mom did not suffer.
Twenty-seven years ago, almost to the day, my mom passed after lasting six weeks following a stroke that left only one finger moving, sometimes. We knew she could hear us, when I spoke with her she would cry.
I remember both of my parents very fondly and still miss them. But still rely upon them. When the world seems to have gotten me down, or it seems to have gotten down on me, when the poop is hitting the fan, when I want a place to turn, or to find my moral compass, I ask myself what my folks would tell me. For some reason it seems to work. In some strange way I seem to find a proper answer.
Luvs, be glad you have such a great mom. Parents raise their children and then watch them go. Kids leave, usually glad, and a bit hesitant, to begin their independent lives. But if the folks are kind and caring they will always be there, whether it is just in spirit.
Take care and be glad you have such a great mom.
Before criticizing a person, walk a mile in his shoes - then you are a mile away and you have his shoes!