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  •  (((((((woodtick)))))))))) (2+ / 0-)
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    MKSinSA, woodtick

    will be thinking of you, as you process this...

    I think I'm unnaturally detached from this kind of stuff, my father died when I was 12, I think from then on I've insulated myself from feeling too deeply, and consider all the love I've received from my DH, my son, and my mother before she left about 10 years ago as "extra", to be appreciated but not counted on, because you never know when it's going to go poof. if you know what I mean.

    waiting for the right moment... my dear mother had been slowly slipping downhill health-wise for several years, the hospice ladies had been out and diagnosed deep depression... my little sister made the day-long drive from Idaho, and I came up from the City for an "all-together" visit (brother & wife & their little daughter also lived on the property), we had a nice visit and she saw grandchildren, and ... just didn't wake up the next morning. I occasionally beat myself up about not having gone into the house for one last hug-and-kiss, but it was late, and snowing, I think, and I had to be at work the next day, so... but you can't know that kind of thing.

    I'm so glad you got your last day.

    "real" work : a job where you wash your hands BEFORE you use the bathroom...

    by chimene on Thu Feb 28, 2013 at 11:17:32 PM PST

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