- this image hits me right in the feelies. If you can't figure it out - read the story by clicking the link. When my Mom was dying in the hospital, I'd go out every day and get her something GOOD to eat like fried oysters or shrimp (her two favorites) and bring them to her room. I didn't want her last meal to be the shit that comes from a hospital kitchen, like the god awful purées I had to prepare when I was working in assisted living facilities. It's been years and I still can't talk about it without crying.