First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you for the kind words, hugs, prayers, encouragement, and moreover, being the people that you are!!! You comfort is felt, and its so very warm and it surrounds me.
The words that follow will, and are, going to be some of the hardest that I have ever written.
On October 7th, at 5:06am, my mom passed, and went to be with the Lord. She passed quietly. I, as well as my step-father usually wake quite often through the night. More my step-father than I. He usually wakes 6-7 times a night, and has done so for many years, since my mom has been sick. But, that night, he slept all the way through the night, and only awoke when I told him that mom had passed. I was laying about 8 feet away from her, on the couch, and, all of the sudden, my body seemed to un-tense. I looked over at her, in her hospital bed, and she wasn't breathing, although, prior to that, she was experiencing Chayne-Stokes breathing patterns. (breathing shallow, and at times, not breathing at all) I put the Pulse Ox on her finger, and it would not pick anything up, so I put it on myself to check it, and my heart rate was 215, but dropped to 185. I checked her again,.....but nothing. I called hospice, and they arrived, and verified that she was gone....and let me tell you.....that was hard.
I think that people have a choice when they pass. I think that they can either have their family around them until that last breathe, or they do it quietly, so the others around them do not have to witness that. I think my mom preferred the latter.
We had the funeral service today, and I just absolutely have so many emotions that I am experiencing. As most of you have already noticed, my mom was more than a mom to me. She was a single parent for most of my life, and she took on many roles; mother,father, and friend. May I say, she did one hell of a job at all of them. The sacrifices that she had to make were so many, and I will always me indebted to her for all of them. She really more leaned to being a mother and a friend, because, (and I am not afraid to admit it....lol....but, I am a mama's boy) I think she always wanted a daughter, so, in some ways, I became the daughter she always wanted...lol.....teaching me cooking, baking,cleaning, ironing, gardening, sowing, and all those things. She also make an effort to raise me, and to teach me the ways of how a women is supposed to be treated, and how to respect a women. I must say, she accomplished every mission that she wanted to teach me.
In a way, well, actually, in all ways.....I feel lost. I feel like I don't know what to do next. I am used to calling her once or twice a day, or her calling me once or twice a day, and it's so weird that that is gone.All my family has commended me on the way that I took care of her....putting my life on hold for her, and how much of an incredible son I was to be her protector, her advocate, and her guide. Whenever she was in the hospital, which was alot, I was never, at any time, more than 2 feet away from her side at all times. Doctors and nurses knew that visiting hours never, ever, pertained to me. But, what people don't understand is how much of a hole...a void that is now there.
My family also says that I will experience a degree of relief, because I have taken care of her for the past 25 years.....and, in a way.....I do. But I also feel like that that person I would call to see if the eggs that were in my refrigerator are still good.....or, how long can I keep a steak in the refrigerator before it goes bad....lol.....is gone......my outlet is gone. And just silly things like that are so hard to forget.
I have to admit that I am handling it alot better than I thought I would. I mean, I have had too many close calls with her in the 25 years of me being able to take care of her, so, I knew it was coming. I always hoped that when it happened, I would be married, or have a girlfriend, to help me get through it, but, that didn't/isn't happened/happening for me. I thought I was prepared for it, but, it seems that no matter what you know, or what you do, you can never really be prepared for anything. But, also, I know that she isn't really gone. She is still here with me, and I prayed for the strength to get through this. My family tells me that I am going to be blessed for what I have done for my mom, but the only blessing I want is the strength to get through this, and through the rest of my life.....to maybe help dull the pain, and make the grief manageable. So far, I have that feeling, but, I guess I am wondering how long that is going to last.
So, my advise to anyone out there that reads this....and its a bit cliche', but, it would be to cherish the time that you have with the person that you are with.....love them unconditionally, and be the best person you can be for them...... day by day, minute by minute, hour by hour!!!
I miss you mom, and I miss your incredible laugh, the bright sparkle in your eyes, your unconditional love, and I miss our conversations until we hear the birds outside, the the sun starts shining through the windows on us. I know now, through it all, you can walk, and breath without the pain and difficulty, and I know that you now know unconditional love, and joy and happiness that you not only needed, but, that you deserved!!!!!
No goodbyes.....just, " See you later!!!"
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