Posted: 27 January 2020 at 7:42am | IP Logged | 1
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"I’ve participated in a deathwatch twice, for my mother-in-law and for a dear friend. There is a complex jumble of emotions that comes with spending time with someone, knowing that literally any minute could be their last."
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Ain't that the truth. 7 years ago, my mom was dying from Ovarian Cancer. We knew that she was near the end (we were told maybe a week), and I flew down to Florida to see her, knowing that this would be the last time. She was completely coherent, though, so there was such a disconnect. She wanted my all of her children, my sisters and me, to gather for a final photo. We did, but while everyone else did the customary smile for the camera (including her), I just couldn't. How could I smile knowing that this was going to be my final photo with her?
She held on slightly longer than expected, and it was time for me to fly back. She actually apologized to me that she didn't die yet since now I'd have to make a separate flight back for the funeral. I just couldn't process that.
She died 3 weeks later.
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