We lost mom 5 months ago, October 14, 2022, at 12:30 pm in my younger brother's arms. I was back home in NC but was there with mom a couple days before. She was already in the dying posture, not yet in hospice, but definitely soon to die. It's still hard to believe, I have to say it out loud to hear it and know it to be true. All my life, I've had a mother, we loved each other, fought, laughed, cried, and celebrated life together.
It was a struggle with my mom at times, growing up she was very strict with what I could wear. As I became an adult, I did my own thing and was happy as the individual that I am. BUT I always felt a small twinge guilt for not continuing her preference in my clothes. She hated denim, I love denim. She hated my long hair, I prefer my hair long, she hated my crazy hippy skirts, they make me happy. She hated the blue eyeshadow that I wore as a teenager in high school, that color we can agree on now.
When my older brother called me to tell me she was fading and that I needed to come if I wanted to say goodbye. I went. I called my son to tell him that I was going to say goodbye to Gram. An hour later, he called and told me his boss had given him 3 days off. AMAZING!! My husband couldn't go with me, so I was going to go alone. It's an 11-hour trip, so now I had my son to go with. Actually, I felt that it was only fitting that he and I went since it was just him and I for a few years with mom.
To Be Continued...