I just got a call from my brother Gary, my Mom passed away a short while ago. I'm so grateful that I was able to spend 3 days with her last week. Did most of my crying on Tuesday, I was so shocked at her condition, and felt so sorry that she was enduring what she was. Wednesday she was a bit better, more coherent and recognized me, knew I was there. I talked to her, showed her some pictures and videos of my horses....'Beautiful!' she said.
Her best day was Thursday, I got to spend about an hour with her before my flight home. She kept saying ' I want to go home!' When I asked her why, she said ' Isn't that where everyone wants to go? Home!'
Before Thursday, it was difficult to touch her because it was painful for her. She had to be given morphine sublingual just to move her or bathe her. That day I rested my hand on her shoulder and rubbed very softly. She told me my touching her felt good, so I started stroking her forehead and brushing my hand over her hair. I felt my heart well up when she said that it 'felt just like Mom' which I believe she was conveying that it reminded her of her own mother's touch. It was very soothing to her, and for that, I am grateful.
I kissed her on the forehead several times, told her I loved her and would see her again soon. And, someday I will. My brother was there with her at the end, saw her draw her last breath. I'm so glad she wasn't alone.
Yes, I'm sad, but I'm hoping that she is finally experiencing some joy and happiness, because she had very little of either in her life. I hope her parents and brother were there to greet her with open arms. I hope she is smiling ♡
I love you, Mom.
Her best day was Thursday, I got to spend about an hour with her before my flight home. She kept saying ' I want to go home!' When I asked her why, she said ' Isn't that where everyone wants to go? Home!'
Before Thursday, it was difficult to touch her because it was painful for her. She had to be given morphine sublingual just to move her or bathe her. That day I rested my hand on her shoulder and rubbed very softly. She told me my touching her felt good, so I started stroking her forehead and brushing my hand over her hair. I felt my heart well up when she said that it 'felt just like Mom' which I believe she was conveying that it reminded her of her own mother's touch. It was very soothing to her, and for that, I am grateful.
I kissed her on the forehead several times, told her I loved her and would see her again soon. And, someday I will. My brother was there with her at the end, saw her draw her last breath. I'm so glad she wasn't alone.
Yes, I'm sad, but I'm hoping that she is finally experiencing some joy and happiness, because she had very little of either in her life. I hope her parents and brother were there to greet her with open arms. I hope she is smiling ♡
I love you, Mom.