You have been through the pain of caregiving a loved one and they have passed. So as not to relive the recent pain of caregiving those last days, THIS THREAD IS FOR YOU. To express yourself; be supported by others who have lost their parent, spouse, friend, loved one. A caregiver's grieving and recovering post. If ever you just want to sign in without saying something, put three xxx or three ..., then click post, someone will know you were here, on your special thread, it's yours to say whatever you want. You can even honor your Mom's memory by posting about her.
My Mom was born in Tyrone County, Ireland in 1923. She had 9 sisters and two brothers. She moved to Cardston, Alberta, Canada when she was seven. She was brought up on a farm. She always used to talk so fondly of living on a farm.The stories she used to tell about her life there made me smile. Her Dad used to get her to round up the cows before dinner. Then there was the time she said she got chased by a bull and had to jump a fence to get away. She recalled fondly the love her parents shared. She said she never saw them when they weren't holding hands
Her first job was working in a bank. Apparently they gave her a gun to carry when she made the bank's deposits at the end of the day. My Mom said "I told them I'll carry it but don't expect me to use it" After she told me that story I would tease her and call her Annie Oakley.
My Dad was born in Russia. He had 14 kids in his family. His Father was a Baptist minister and in those days it was dangerous to be a Baptist in Russia so my Father's family had to leave that country and they moved to Germany. I'm not sure when they moved to Canada.
My Dad was dating my Mom's sister when they first met. He was 14 years older than my Mom. I don't know a lot of the details of their first meeting but I know they had a small service at the Justice of the Peace with her sister and sister's husband in attendance.
Since I am the second youngest of 7 children and my Dad died when I was 4 I don't have a lot of memories of their marriage or their life before I came along. My Dad died of pancreatic cancer. By the time the doctors discovered it he was stage 3. My Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer around the same time. She told me a sad, sad, story how when she was recovering in hospital from her mastectomy and my Dad came to visit her. She said he was so sick from cancer himself that she wanted to get out of the hospital bed and let him have it. One of my uncles told me that they thought we might lose them both.
After my Dad died we moved from Ontario to Vancouver, Canada. My Mom had been a stay at home Mom and had never worked through their whole marriage so at first she sewed for a dance company. Sewed their costumes etc. Eventually she went back to school and got her accounting certification.
What stands out most for me in my childhood was that my Mom was at work a lot. My older brothers and sisters looked after the youngsters. I used to miss her so much. Apparently I've been told that I was a real Daddy's girl even though I don't remember that so when he died I clung to my Mom. I used to sit at the window and wait for her to come home from work. Every night when she walked by my bedroom door I would yell out "Love you Mom". I'd leave her little love notes in secret places where she would find them throughout the day.
Even though she worked a lot and I had to share her with 6 siblings I always felt so loved and cherished. We went to church every Sunday and my Mom taught Sunday school. Then she would take us out to our favorite restaurant after church every Sunday.
Things got very difficult when one of my brothers was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. He was very dangerous and violent at times and I lived in fear always that he would hurt my Mom. At night I would lay awake and listen. One night I heard all this shouting and my brother had my Mom by the collar and was hitting her on the head with a chin up bar. I was so protective of her that even though I was terrified of my brother I got between them and yelled "hit me" Eventually the police were called and my brother was taken away but I feel like I may of saved my Mom's life in that moment.
My Mom worked till she was 68 and when she retired we sold the house and my Mom and two of my brothers lived together. I was living on my own but still had that strong, strong connection to my Mom. We became best buddies. Shopping, going to movies, lunches out, long walks. My Mom didn't drink so we used to go coffee shop hopping together. She had the best sense of humor. Sometimes we laughed so hard we peed ourselves.
I noticed the start of my Mom's declining health around age 89. I am sure it had started long before that of course cause she was very sneaky about hiding it from me. When she was eighty she had a triple bypass and at that time the doctors said she would probably be good for another 10 years. I used to always say "don't listen to them, you are going to live to be 115" Wishful thinking. And knowing what I know today about caregiving and how heartbreaking it can be I wonder what was I thinking, wishing for that.
The forgetfulness started. She'd say she was eating and taking her medications but I soon discovered with a little investigative work that she was keeping it all from me. I soon became her little watchdog/care giver. You all know this part of the story of course.
I couldn't begin to describe in a few sentences what my Mom meant to me. She was the kindest, sweetest, most caring and loving person I have ever had the honor to know.
There is so much more I could say. I could probably write a book about my Mom.
But for those of you who take the time to read this, thank-you for listening.
I felt it when the sun came up this morning
I knew that I could not wait another day
Darling, there is something I must tell you
A distant voice is calling me away
Until we find the bridge across forever
Until this grand illusion brings us home
You and I will always be together
From this day on you'll never walk alone
You're a part of me, I'm a part of you
Where ever we may travel
What ever we go through
Whatever time may take away
It cannot change the way we feel today
So hold me close and say you feel it too
You're a part of me and I'm a part of you
I can hear it when I stand beside the river
I can see it when I look up in the sky
I can feel it when I hear that lonesome highway
So many miles to go before I die
We can never know about tomorrow
But still we have to choose which way to go
You and I are standing at the crossroads
Darling, there is one thing you should know
You're a part of me, I'm a part of you
Where ever we may travel
Whatever we go through
Whatever time may take away
It cannot change the way we feel today
So hold me close and say you feel it too
You're a part of me and I'm a part of you
I look at you, your whole life stands before you
I look at me and I'm running out of time
Time has brought us here to share these moments
To look for something we may never find
Until we find the bridge across forever
Until this grand illusion brings us home
You and I will always be together
From this day on you'll never walk alone
Sending love and prayers for you.
I would list your names, but would not want to leave anyone out.
There is another year, anything can happen! Take heart, know t h at you are loved
My mother passed about 25+ years ago. Today, because of your good words for your Moms, I can say that I loved that my Mom sang 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow' to her children.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. -Mary Frye
And there are those who know their loved ones were instantly in the presence of their God. Love, from Send
Love to all of you on this Easter!
from Send.
I was invited to have dinner with my brother this weekend but am just not up to it. My Hubs is away and its just me and the kitties.
I had a dream about my Mom last night. In the dream we were at some carnival and every time I saw her she was off in the distance talking to someone else. I kept waiting for her to be free so that i could talk to her. Finally the man who was monopolizing her company stood up and looked at me with a motion to go and see your Mom. There was this little alcove. It almost looked like a seat on a ferris wheel. Mom was sitting there and she motioned me to come over. I went and sat beside her, put my head down on her shoulder and just bawled my eyes out. I didn't say a word. It was like all the sadness and despair I have been feeling since she died just came pouring out. My Mom did not say anything. She just let me bawl.
I don't know what the dream meant if anything but its always nice to see my dear, dear Mom in my dreams.
I am thankful that I had Mother as long as I did,but I was never ready for her to go.She was so sweet(most the time)and she had her mind and we shared every secret and I am so lonely and lost without my dear best friend....To all,Take care....Lu