Faith & Spirituality

Friday morning my sister and I will drive to my mother's residence in Indiana.  Mom has a possible blood clot in her lungs, has no energy, is short of breath and can no longer get to the dining hall without stopping to rest.  My sweet Mom, 93 years old, blind, a two time cancer survivor, is tired and ready to go.  My head tells me to let her.   My heart screams silently "no, no, not yet, I'm not ready for you to leave."  Are we ever "ready"?  I don't think so.   I know she feels that she has finished what she came to do.  She wants to transition into the loving arms of her lover, gone nearly four years now.  She is not afraid for herself, only for her children and their children, and their young children.

But we never forget, we just learn to live without our loved ones.  I'll make this weekend one to share my love and compassion with the one woman who has given all, asking nothing in return, and is loved beyond her wildest dreams.

{{hugs}} Bink, I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. Having just recently lost my father I totally know what you're feeling right now and my heart goes out to you.

Thanks to you all for your kind thoughts.  Mother is getting a heparin (blood thinner) shot in her belly twice a day and is on some other thinner as well, and seems to be responding.  Though the weekend was a strain, she is feeling a bit better today and has a bit of appetite back.  Of course the clot can move any time, but we are hopeful that she will regain some sense of normal routine again and that it will just melt away from the meds. 

She is such a sweetheart, never complains despite all the discomfort, and keeps her good humor.  I'm awed by her courage.

Barbara