I was always a mama's girl. I could not stand to be away from her when I was young. My father died when I was five, and I was very needy for her. We moved in with my grandparents. I knew I loved my grandmother, but, for reasons I did not know then, she just wasn't like my mother. When I hugged my mother, the touch of her skin, her smell, was better. I longed for those hugs. No one else mattered.
When I was little, I never really thought that my mother would ever leave me. I feared it, but would not allow myself to think about it. Then, one day it becomes reality. You know your mother is dying. That day happened when I went to visit my mother in the nursing home. She had Alzheimer's, and I thought we had many more days together. We didn't. She stopped breathing, I rang for the nurses. There was a flurry of activity and before I knew it, she was being wheeled into the ambulance and I did not even say goodbye. I was going to follow the ambulance to the hospital. When the ambulance did not leave immediately, being a nurse, I knew something was wrong. I got out of my car, and ran into the ambulance seeing the paramedics trying to intubate my mother. I stopped in shock, and someone grabbed me, trying to shield me from the scene, but I relive that experience all the time in my mind. I sat on the curb with a paramedic and knew it was not good. I knew already I was losing my mama.
When I got to the Emergency Room, my sons, daughter-in-law, niece and nephew were already there. The doctor came out and said that she was in a deep coma. I could tell more by the tone of his words than the words themselves. My brother and I decided not to put her through any suffering. We were all my her bedside all night. She never woke up. She never moved at all.
When morning came, I thought I noticed fluttering of her eyes. Soon after this, the nurse came in with my son and daughter-in-law. I excitedly told them what I had seen. I leaned by her ear and said "Mother, this is Beverly, if you hear me open your
eyes". She opened her eyes wide, then shut them. I said, "Mother, I love you". She opened her eyes, then shut them. I said, "And, I know you love me". She opened her eyes, then shut them. The nurse then called her by name. My mother did not respond to her. I looked at my son and he gave me a smile affirming what had just happened. My mother had just told me goodbye and that she loved me.
It has been eleven years since my mother died. I miss her still. I love her more.
What a touching and beautifully written post today, Beverly.
ReplyDeleteSuch tender and loving words through your sadness and loss.
xoxo
I miss Meemaw too.
ReplyDeletethat was nice, beverly--so nicely written too. i remember holding her hand in the er.
ReplyDeleteWhat a touching story of love. I don't think a person ever quits missing her mom.Thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteIf what you read at my blog played any part in allowing you to let this out then I am deeply honored. No matter how old we get there is something so indescribable about a mother's touch and love that it stays with us forever.
ReplyDeleteI am so happy that you were able to say goodbye.
Rich
THat is so beautifully written. Thank you for sharing the story of your mother's passing. I am so happy you were there. You are right about mother's, as I miss mine everyday of my life. She has been gone 7 years and not a day passes that I don't wish I could share something with her or just pick up the phone to chat. I love it when I look at my hands as I type and see hers.
ReplyDeleteBeverly, that is such a wonderful post. Thank you for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteSo hard to lose a mother. Nobody can replace her. And somehow we think she will always be there for us - after all - she was there from the beginning.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you were able to share her last moments on Earth. My mother died in the ambulance 10 years ago with only my father by her side. I never got to properly say goodby, although I believe she must have only wanted her husband with her - not us children.
To this day, I hear her voice in the wind and see her in the flowers and birds every spring. I too often wish I could pick up the phone and share some tidbit of gossip or a recipe with her.
Thanks for sharing your most loving and tender memories of your Mom.
Thank you all for the kind comments.
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