For me it's a few. One in particular. My brother and I had attended a care meeting at the facility my mom was in. Afterwards we went up to visit with her. She had rollers in her hair and was dressed which was unusual in itself. But she also was bright and more talkative than usual.
I could tell she had been expecting our visit and had been looking forward to it. But I was weary that day and my brother offered to drive me home so I left early. I could see in my mom's eyes she was disappointed.
Turns out that was the last time I would ever see her conscious. I can't tell you how many times I've relived that day in my mind and the regret I feel that I didn't stay longer with her like I normally did.
Not to open up old wounds for anyone but any tips on how to get over these nagging images that keep you awake at night?
But as some others here have mentioned, what gives me the most heartache is the night my Mama died. She had declined rapidly over the last week of her life, and I went to see her every day - sitting outside her window for hours on end, even though it was bitterly cold.
The day she died, I was allowed to visit her at her bedside. She was on morphine and Ativan by then, so I don't know if she was even aware that I was there. But I held her hand, and spoke to her of many of the wonderful things she had done for us as children, and later into adulthood. I told her how much I loved her. And then I recited the little prayer to her that she used to say to us when we were little:
Good night,
Sleep tight,
Sweet dreams,
God bless you,
And I love you with all my heart.
It was already growing dark outside, so I went home. About 45 minutes later, the nurse called me. My mama was gone. I returned to the nursing home and sat with her body for another hour, until the funeral director came. I talked to her, and smoothed her hair and stroked her cheek many times, but it was too late. I had failed to fulfill my mama's last wish - that I would be sitting with her, holding her hand, when she went.
It's been exactly one month since Mama died. Perhaps my wretched feeling of having failed her will pass in time, but for the moment, I suspect that it will be with me for the remainder of my life.
Mom is a much better place. But I still miss her terribly and I wear memorial jewelry with some of her ashes in it. I made pendants from her photo and I wear it. Mom will always be so close to me.
The price of love is grief, and you will never stop grieving because you can never stop loving them even in death. However, I also accept this is just a part of life and one day it will be my turn to die.
Part of grief is that your mind will work overdrive to make you feel guilty. None of us is perfect and you would have to be Jesus walking on water to be this pristine caregiver. You are human, and you did the best you could. I hear this a lot from caregivers on this forum--guilt--and all I can say is: (1) You have to learn to forgive yourself; (2) remember whatever you feel you did not do right, it is now in the PAST. It's over and done, and (3) your loved one is a much better place.
Remember PAIN is only reserved for the LIVING. Because you are still alive you will continue to suffer in grief. Since your loved one has died (I never use that word "passed"--they DIED), their ordeal of life is over so they are in a much better place. Grieve for yourself, but be comforted everyday we wake up we are one step closer to the grave. This is strangely comforting for me. And go on with your business of living....
After 15 years of caregiving with mom the center of my life, her suddenly not being with me traumatized me, but I am recovering from her death still, working a job and pursuing my Master's degree. I also no longer have to worry about her. I also know God killed my mom. I had nothing to do with her death because her other diseases killed her (insulin-dependent diabetes, kidney disease, liver disease). Mom's feeding tube kept her needs met and I spared her from dying of dehydration which can take weeks.
Mom was on hospice for 2 years but not once did she ever need narcotics or psychotropics. I used them like a home clinic and to give me supplies such as diapers, gloves and ointments, and renew her routine medications which was insulin and lopressor (that's all she took), and LACTULOSE for her bowels. Lactulose is kidney-disease friendly. Never give laxatives that have magnesium or phosphates with people with kidney disease because they cannot excrete them.
----I also gave mom routine oral care because clean mouth is essential to prevent pneumonia. Bacteria accumulates in the mouth even with tube feeding and if that is aspirated it can cause pneumonia. Clean teeth and mouth is ESSENTIAL for care for the elderly just to prevent aspiration pneumonia and helps control diabetes.
I believe he was a Christian and I believe I will see him again and I hold that as comfort to me.
That is one of my favorite songs. I think it was by Golden Earring.
The flashbacks to what I came home that day were HORRIFIC...BUT I availed myself of therapy & TWO support groups for bereavement.
Now 7months later things are much better. And if it helped me dealing w/ a sudden UNnatural spousal death ...I would imagine in would be even MORE helpful & effective in your situation which is more nature’s way.
Please look into it ...My deepest sympathies & condolences
We do the best we can do at that point in time. You didn’t do anything wrong!
Remind yourself of everything that you did right and how often you went above and beyond.
We have read your posts enough to know that you have a good heart and soul.
My mom was extremely close to her mother. My mom never went off with friends. She was a homebody.
My mom was so loving towards her mom. Grandma adored my mother. They had a great relationship.
Mom’s best friend from school begged her to join a group of friends for lunch.
Grandma was visiting mom’s house that day. Grandma and daddy told her to go and enjoy herself. So, she went.
Grandma was in the bathroom when mom was about to leave. Mom was running late and wasn’t able to wait for her to come out of the bathroom to hug and kiss her goodbye.
While mom was out, grandma’s heart stopped. She simply dropped dead!
My poor father was devastated and called for an ambulance but it was too late.
She was 85. It was her time to join my grandpa in heaven.
She lived a long and happy life.
She was married to grandpa for over 60 years and missed him terribly after he died.
She watched grandpa suffer and she always said that she wanted to go quickly when she died. God heard her prayer!
Mom was so upset when she returned home. She was grieving for her mom terribly. Then she said, “I didn’t get a chance to hug and kiss her for the last time.”
Mom felt horribly guilty for only telling grandma ‘goodbye and I love you’ from outside the bathroom door.
I immediately told mom that grandma knew with all of her heart that she was loved and would not want her to be in agony over this.
I reminded her of the bazillion hugs and kisses she gave her. I told her that she was a great daughter to her mom and she had no reason at all to feel guilty.
I also told mom that grandma most likely did not want to die in front of her because she knew that it would hurt mom to watch her die. Mom later accepted it happened as it was meant to be and was grateful that grandma didn’t suffer.
This happens all the time, where a loved one leaves the room and just as they leave the person dies. It happened to me with my brother. He died the second that I left the room.
You were a wonderful daughter! Be at peace. Your mom would not want you to feel guilty.
I agreed.
I placed her in a home...too many bad memoires, of placing mom. I really wished I could have kept her there in her place, but as my cousin said when his mom got ALZ, she didn't even realize she moved...
The Death Part.. was the hardest. The End was not easy when it started. The newbie hospice nurse only showed me how to crush the morphine. Didn't tell me about the Ativan. Ativan separates the brain from the body...
The very AM, Angel came in and told me what I didn't do. Thank God he knew what to do...
As I went home for a quick break, I was watering the trees she gave me a decade ago... I heard her say, come back... I need you... I am going... I got in my car, and the cell was lit up...They were texting me, come back...
I made it there in 2 minutes... As I walked in the Door, the nurse timed her death at the moment I walked in. Ya, that was made up for me... I know when she left... when she was "speaking" to me... So, MOM, Please forgive me... I love you.
Yes, I speak to her and my dad a lot, and my brother...
When you get older, I find I have more relatives and lo's up in Heaven than here on Earth, and I ask for guidance, and help... Usually they ansswer :) My angels..
I speak to my dad and brother too.
I'm so sorry you are going through this with your mom in the hospital - very sad for you to watch it all unfold in this way.
May God give you strength as well as your mom during this difficult time!
As others have stated, most of us have certain regrets, things we wish we would have done better or things we wish we would have said or perhaps "not" said.
I know we all process things differently - some being emotional and others maybe not so much.
I've always heard about how to handle breaking "bad habits" and although this isn't something like quitting smoking, drinking, overeating and other vices, I still consider this to be something we can do repeatedly or habitually. They say it takes three weeks to make a change start to take root BUT the key is, it must be replaced with something - something that is good and positive.
With that being said, when I have those moments and believe me I have so many when it comes to both my parents (losing my dad in 2004 and almost losing my mom in 2020). Why? Because I'm an imperfect human being for starters, circumstances in my own life such as when I got sick and simply just never having been a caregiver before and learning as I go - no handbook, no emotional support, no advice/guidance and having to start from scratch.
That being said, I have to say to myself "yes, BUT...and replace it with something I did or said right or even the mere fact that I got better when it came to learning how to be much more patient which I definitely was not at the beginning because of my anger with the disease of Pancreatic Cancer with my dad where there is virtually no hope or cure and my mom's being Alzheimer's - the long goodbye.
As a last resort, I think about those who have done something unintentionally like maybe leaving their child unattended for "just a minute" only to find when they come back that something terrible has happened - it's those circumstances when I truly wonder how do they get over something so very tragic.
As "Daughterof1930" said "I wish us all peace and comfort" and I'll add "acceptance" to that as well.
In your situation, it wasn't even something you did wrong. You wanted to hold your dad's hand and comfort him but it was the devastating pandemic, that kept you from doing what you longed to do. That is equally hard to cope with because the ability to do what you would have done in normal circumstances was "taken" from you.
God bless you!
As a nursing student, I was asked by my patient to help her with her hair, because her son was coming to visit. She was very ill, and tried her best to sit up, look better, and she did. The whole process was hard on her, even though it was to be only a quick visit because she was so weak.
She could not have visited long in her condition. Or even maintained her composure for long. So the shorter visit was just what she needed in that moment of time.
For me the moments that still haunt me are the pictures in my mind of my husband suffering so in his last weeks of life. He was in horrific pain,(despite being on the highest dose of fentanyl, along with haldol, and lorazepam) that hospice could not get under control, and because my husband wanted to die at home, and not at their facility, where they could have given him stronger medications to "knock him out", he really suffered. It was extremely hard for me as his wife to stand by and watch, and not be able to do anything to take his pain away. My husband was a good man, had been through so many trials and hardships (with his health) in his life, that I still have a hard time understanding why God let him suffer so in the end. Some things we just won't understand this side of heaven, so when those images pop up in my head, I instead try to remember my husbands sweet crooked(after his stroke) smile, which brings me great joy.
The fact is that it’s normal and not normal to feel these feelings. We can’t predict how things will turn out, what would have been better or worse. Did we love the person we cared for? We’re we there for them, even though we might have made some mistakes? Life is full of regrets in hindsight, but we might have not changed the outcome even if we changed the action. Where I’ve found comfort is in the scriptural promise of no more tears, sickness or death outlined in Revelation 21:4 and the hope of the resurrection found at Acts 24:14.
This hope of seeing my mom again keeps me anchored and I’ll be able then, to love her for eternity, never making a mistake again.
Very well said - I have Rev. 21:4 on my dad's grave marker (which will be my moms too when that time comes) that is surrounded by gold embossed delicate roses as a reminder that with the beauty of roses comes with it the thorns.