On Monday, January 26, 2015, in the mid-morning hours, my mother passed to the other side from a massive coronary. Just passing her 68th birthday, she died alone.
She never enjoyed her birthdays and she never failed to get really ill around this time of year. In fact, she had her first stroke just days after her 54th birthday.
I refuse to pity her though. She would not want anyone's pity.
Sympathy perhaps. Pity, no. She left this world on her terms. She
would not have wanted any of us hovering over her, wringing our hands or
clinging to her to hang on. She was done. She was ready. She had
been for some time.
While I am angry that I will never see her again and I am sad that I did not talk to her in the past 8 months, I celebrate her release from this life which had become very uncomfortable for her. She had lost her independence and a lot of her physical mobility. Both of which she prized highly.
My mother had a hard life in many respects. And she lived it on her terms. For better or worse. She shared her gifts and laughter with her three children and left us with many memories of belly aching times when our laughing could not be stopped. She shared her childlike demeanor in the simple pleasures in life, whether it was making homemade Christmas ornaments, watching a movie or playing a board game. She mastered many skills, including music, seamstressy, crocheting, homemaking, cooking, renovating, first aid, and child rearing. Her intuition was uncanny whether we were living in her home or in another country. She knew when we needed her.
She was fierce when she lived on this planet. And she will be fierce in the heavens.
I know that my brother, sister and I now have the Biggest, Baddest, Fiercest Angel protecting us. I pity the fool that dares to cross us.
Peace be upon you, Mom.
Love,
Your Daughter
While I am angry that I will never see her again and I am sad that I did not talk to her in the past 8 months, I celebrate her release from this life which had become very uncomfortable for her. She had lost her independence and a lot of her physical mobility. Both of which she prized highly.
My mother had a hard life in many respects. And she lived it on her terms. For better or worse. She shared her gifts and laughter with her three children and left us with many memories of belly aching times when our laughing could not be stopped. She shared her childlike demeanor in the simple pleasures in life, whether it was making homemade Christmas ornaments, watching a movie or playing a board game. She mastered many skills, including music, seamstressy, crocheting, homemaking, cooking, renovating, first aid, and child rearing. Her intuition was uncanny whether we were living in her home or in another country. She knew when we needed her.
She was fierce when she lived on this planet. And she will be fierce in the heavens.
I know that my brother, sister and I now have the Biggest, Baddest, Fiercest Angel protecting us. I pity the fool that dares to cross us.
Peace be upon you, Mom.
Love,
Your Daughter
