Mom’s Friend is Slowly Dying

All through the process of caring for and tending to my mother, I have been aware that one of her friends is living on life support. This saddened Mom and me, too.  Mother often said, don’t let that happen to me. She has no quality in her life. She needs to go home because she cannot get well.  While we agreed, their family did not.

So even at 96, Mom insisted on going with me to I.C.U. to talk with her friend and give support to the adult children in the waiting room.  What an inspiration it was to hear what Mom had to say to this dear woman who could not respond verbally to her.

They held hands and Ma talked of healing and seeing her in her garden in the spring. She told her friend that God is Good and she should listen to her family and take the advice to rest and heal.  There were smiles. No tears. Mom told her what a joy it was to be her friend and she was looking forward to doing things together again when she was healed and back at home.  (Even though my Mother knew her friend would never be totally well again.)

Now, as my Mother views the families from her place of eternal rest and peace, I feel the anguish of the lingering life of her friend who cannot speak or move. Often people wonder if she is aware of her surroundings.  I believe she knows more than we give her credit for.

Today, she got word that one of her daughters, who has been battling lung cancer, is now in a coma at her sister’s house with hospice care.  And she cried.  Real tears. Real emotion.

And we sometimes wonder what is heard when we are present, and how long she will be capable of hearing, or if we even will know.

NOW we are all assured that she IS present and she DOES hear. I pray that her friends and family shower her with love and care and embrace her with the compassion she needs at this time of loss of HER dear beloved daughter.  Remember to hug her. Remember to tell her you love her. Remember to give her permission to go to her eternal home with your blessings. Soon she will be there with her daughter and her husband, long ago deceased.

Treat your patients with the care you wish you would receive in your time of need. Encourage the family to be as fully present as they can for each other. Express your feelings and if they have no words, hold hands, rub feet, embrace.

And know that God is with you all.

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Hear Old Music in New Ways

Visiting in the snowy winter of South Dakota,

snowy lane

snow is glistening

I heard new meanings for familiar holiday songs.  Driving down a snowy lane I saw “glistening snow” all around and felt the image of Mother’s  “SHINY” all around me. It brought tears to my eyes and they were tears of joy, mixed with sadness.

Yes, I felt deep longing to share the moment with Ma right there. And a sense of grief that I could not even call her on the phone to tell her of the magnificent SHINY everywhere.  At the same time I felt a surge of warmth in the deep dark and cold winter night. I felt a peace that assured me, Ma can see this from her eternal home. In fact, it felt like a message to me to re-shape my view of her physical absence.

I felt a gift of love as the song said “gone away is the blue bird, here to stay is the new bird… she sings a love song as we go along…”.

Yes, God is good. Life is good and the “new bird” begins a new chapter in my life.

When I crawled into bed that night and wrapped Mom’s afghan around me, I wept tears of thanksgiving and never-ending love.

Yes, Mother is dead… since March. I cared for her in every way imaginable for a long time and it was hard to let her go. But I know she is in no pain and feels no sorrow. Only joy as she sings her new song in her SHINY heaven with so many of her loved ones who preceded her.

Each night I wrapped my Mother’s love around me with the afghan she made of scraps of yarn so they would not go to waste. I talked with her, silently, because it is time to carry my grief in a new way and not burden others so much with it. Instead, it is my time to share the love she left with me and the joy I am beginning to feel again.

I was angry when I wrote my previous post. I feel no anger now. Thank God.

I could share my lessons with other caregivers I saw around me. I am grateful. Yes, I still have “Mommy moments” but I am able to embrace them as memories and cherish the gifts they bring me, rather than hide from them.

May you be so blessed with such compassion during this season of love as we prepare to celebrate the birth of the Christ-child again… within and among us.

 

Birth of the Christ-Child

Baby Jesus - Mary - Joseph in Bethlehem

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