Mom's going under. Dad's helping her as much as he can, and she's as comfortable as drugs can make her, but it's still not a pretty sight. She hasn't eaten in days, and hasn't been able to swallow much more than a few sips of water since Monday. It won't be long, now, not long at all, which is both the blessing and the curse of it
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When it came down to it, after nine months of taking care of my mother as she died...I could NOT attend the funeral. Same situ as you--Mother of Darkness, pastor who had no clue about her, etc...
I couldn't do it. I went to the cemetery right after all the other people left...and discovered someone had gone and cut off all the roses from her flower arrangements within 20 minutes.
The fact you can even consider speaking at her funeral is braver and stronger than I was.
However, if you find you are unable to do it in the last moments--because I didn't back out of going to the funeral until just before it happened--don't beat yourself up.
Mourn her and her passing in the manner YOU need to. Whatever you choose to do in the end will be right.
*hugs*
Nechtan :(
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As always, you'll be in my thoughts and prayers as you walk through this.
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I will tell you this, when I had to speak at my Grampa's funeral I just told a story about one of the dumbass things he did that was totally him - warts and all. I got more complements (not that I wanted them) than if I had done a summation of his life.
I like to think he appreciated that - he wasn't one for bullshit.
I wish I could say or do something that would make this easier for you.
Just know that you and your Mom are in my thoughts.
*****HUGS***** (for whatever it's worth)
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