Elaine R ADCs
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My
mother had been suffering for several years from heart conditions and related
issues... She was very hill for about a year before she ultimately passed away..
I had been living in another state but was released from work on disability
early because of a serious injury on my job.. Knowing that my mom was in serious
condition and that my dad did not have the help he needed to care for her, I
decided to relocate a few miles away from them where I could assist. I am so
glad I did that.. After a 32 day stay in the ICU of our local hospital, the
doctors did not have a lot of hope that mom would last long but she actually
lived another 9 years and only the last year was she in grave condition. She
passed at the age of 77. My sister and I were both by her side during the last
few weeks of her life. She and my dad had a fairytale marriage.... They loved
each other dearly and were married right out of high school and had actually
loved each other since 7th grade... true soul mates. My dad was awesome... He
worked hard all of his life and was a wonderful provider for us... but he
couldn't make himself a sandwich... Mom did not want to leave him alone because
she knew he wouldn't take care of himself. She made me promise her that I would
take him in and take care of him when she died... Of course I told her I
would... I was very close to my dad and I really would have loved for him to
come and stay with me but dad had other ideas... He had lived the last 10 years
or more being a full time caretaker with almost no free time... He loved to
piddle in his workshop, go to the mall and the flea market and make friends
wherever he went but he was not able to have the freedom to do those things for
so long... so when mom passed he did not want to have to answer to anyone about
what he was doing or when he'd be home etc... He just wanted to be the director
of his time and even have his alone time.. I can certainly relate because I am
very much like that myself, so with mom gone, we decided to just let dad have
his space and live his life and just settle for checking on him every day and
having him over for meals... He was good with that but I bet mom really didn't
like it.. LOL.
Back to my mom and her last few weeks of life... For weeks Mom had that far away
look in her eyes that folks nearing death get... In fact, as I sat with her
during the days, she would often drift off into a deep trance like stare and
many times she would carry on a conversation with someone.. laughing and almost
sounding like her old self.. When she would snap out of it, I would ask her who
she had been talking with and she told me she had been talking to our Uncle Earl
Jackson who had passed away in the 80s.. I was not surprised because I
understood the journey of dying. I asked her what they were talking about and
she very matter-of-factly told me that she was asking him how she should package
some avocados she wanted to send her hospice nurse for Christmas.. She really
liked that lady and that lady loved avocados. At this point, mom did not
perceive the strangeness of talking to a deceased relative but I understood that
Uncle Earl was there to assist mom in her transition from this world to heaven..
She continued to have these conversations and my dad was a little concerned but
he knew that she was not completely in our world any longer... One day I came
over and when I walked in the house my poor dad was standing in the kitchen with
a perplexed look on his face and mom sitting there in her chair next to the
kitchen... She looked at me and said, thank goodness you're here.. I said what's
going on and dad said, She thinks the doctor gave her a purple butterfly and she
doesn't know where it is... She insisted that she did know where it was... that
it was in the drawer underneath the oven... I looked at dad and he had a blank
look on his face as he stood there staring down into the drawer which did not
contain a purple butterfly or any other kind of butterfly for that matter... I
said, MOM, I am going to pull everything out of this drawer and show you that
the purple butterfly is not here... then will you believe us?? to which she
nodded yes she would... So I took all of the pans out of the drawer and showed
her the empty drawer... She sat there staring for a long time, and then she
said, "Somebody's lying" Dad and I almost burst into laughter but that would not
have been received very well... We both just shook our heads and said, you must
have misplaced it somewhere... but we will keep looking for it.. She seemed to
be OK with that... About a week after the purple butterfly incident, Mom had
another visit with uncle Earl... He must have been trying to get her to come
with him this time because mom became confrontational... Earl must have said
something like, "You need to come with me now Peggy, David will be along soon"
to which mom said, in no uncertain terms, "NO, I'm not going anywhere and
neither is dad" I only heard her part of the conversation, of course, but I am
sure that must have been the jist. She had a very strong will and she did not
want to leave my dad so she didn't... It was only a short time later though when
she really began to fail... her system was shutting down... no longer able to
eat and food was her happy place.. The last thing she tried to eat was squash
and onions.. She asked me to make her some and I did... I gave her tiny little
bites that she wallowed around in her mouth saying... mmmmmm... so good.. I
don't think she actually swallowed any of it...
Mom's heart condition was grave... she had congestive heart failure and
had not been able to lay in a bed for years... She slept sitting up, partially
reclined in a chair.. but the last few days of her life, hospice brought in a
bed for her that was raised to her comfort level. I think she was fairly
comfortable, especially since she was spending more time in the spirit realm
than in ours... It was a Saturday morning, my sister and I were called and told
that mom would be leaving soon.... We both rushed over to be there, especially
for dad because we knew he would be a wreak. My sister read some Bible
scriptures and that was nice.. I stood there next mom's head brushing her hair
off her forehead... her breathing was getting slower and in a few minutes she
was pronounced deceased... It was very peaceful. Almost as soon as she passed,
my cell phone rang... I looked at my sister and said, I wonder who this is... I
looked down at the phone to see who was calling... The ID said, "DAD" The only
problem dad was there with us and he was not using his phone... not only that
but his phone was turned off.. At the time I did not think much of it but later
I decided that it was her way to remind me one last time to take care of dad. I
have never received a phone call from a phone that was turned off and laying on
a nearby table within my eyesight... so that was the first sign that something
was up. After that, the entire day was surreal... the doctor arrived about 30
minutes later to pronounce mom deceased and they took her away to the funeral
home... That house was very empty at that moment... Mom so loved her home that
she had made very special over the years.. It was a great place to come and
gather on holidays and special times... She was a wonderful cook and it was
always a pleasure get together as a family around the dinner table.. Now she was
gone and we were very sad and at the same time very tired... We had all spent so
much time taking care of mom and making sure she was comfortable that we now had
a few days to relax and get some well needed rest. My sister and I had already
taken care of the funeral arrangements, ordered her casket and purchased a vault
at the cemetery above ground as this was one of her wishes.... not to be placed
under ground... The next day was kind of busy with setting up an exact time for
her service and notifying people. We allowed a week before the service because
mom's only brother who had his own health issues really wanted to be there.. I
am so glad we did that because they were close. They both had kind of a
traumatic childhood and they relied heavily on each other.. In fact, not long
after mom passed, so did Uncle Homer..