Finality
"a tone or manner that indicates that no further comment or argument is possible."
On April 14th, my mother died at the age of 57.
Happy Easter.
She lost a long and challenging battle with Acute Myeloid Leukemia, which she was diagnosed with the day after we buried my grandmother who had a horrible fight with various health problems; December 24th 2015.
Merry Christmas.
I am grateful that my mom had a very short hospice of only 2 days and that when she died, she was surrounded by her family... without pain.
And although I will miss her candor, her laugh and her stubbornness; the thing I'll miss for at least awhile... is how our combined macabre sense of humor helped ease the weight of sorrow.
I know that I have to keep looking and moving forward. Past the finality of losing her, is the reminder that I am still here. My mother instilled in me the strength to stand firm, when the world is tore asunder. I will be forever appreciative of that.
After a few weeks of getting mom's affairs in order, I started to restore my own life. I decided to eat better and drop the weight I that gained while taking care of her and helping care for my grandmother before she was diagnosed (doctors believe that she took care of my grandmother for 6 months while having Leukemic Blasts).
This has been the hardest 16 months of my life; and I want to do everything in my power to make sure my body doesn't slow me down, or cause me any (more) health issues. There's no do-overs at 36. When I enter the autumn of my years, I want to make sure I'm ready to rage against time, not lie down and accept it.
On April 14th, my mother died at the age of 57.
Happy Easter.
She lost a long and challenging battle with Acute Myeloid Leukemia, which she was diagnosed with the day after we buried my grandmother who had a horrible fight with various health problems; December 24th 2015.
Merry Christmas.
I am grateful that my mom had a very short hospice of only 2 days and that when she died, she was surrounded by her family... without pain.
And although I will miss her candor, her laugh and her stubbornness; the thing I'll miss for at least awhile... is how our combined macabre sense of humor helped ease the weight of sorrow.
I know that I have to keep looking and moving forward. Past the finality of losing her, is the reminder that I am still here. My mother instilled in me the strength to stand firm, when the world is tore asunder. I will be forever appreciative of that.
After a few weeks of getting mom's affairs in order, I started to restore my own life. I decided to eat better and drop the weight I that gained while taking care of her and helping care for my grandmother before she was diagnosed (doctors believe that she took care of my grandmother for 6 months while having Leukemic Blasts).
This has been the hardest 16 months of my life; and I want to do everything in my power to make sure my body doesn't slow me down, or cause me any (more) health issues. There's no do-overs at 36. When I enter the autumn of my years, I want to make sure I'm ready to rage against time, not lie down and accept it.