The Loss of a Mom!

     In early December 2019, I had to say goodbye to my mom.  She had spent most weekends at the hospital from late October until her death.  They would send her home after a couple of days only to have her weaker then before.  The last really good meal she ate was our late Thanksgiving dinner. The Saturday of Thanksgiving week.  The next day she was back in the hospital for an over night stay.  They sent her home telling us she just had a UTI.  They gave her medication and sent her on her way.  On Thursday of that same week she collapsed.  I called the ambulance because we could not get her to her feet.  On the way to the hospital her blood presser dropped drastically.  They could only keep it ok with medication.  I went home from the hospital that night thinking she will be good by morning like before.  I received a phone call around 4 am asking for permission to have my mom receive a blood transfusion.  I then received a call around 8 am telling me to start calling family because they did not expect her to make it.  One of the hardest things to do is be an only child and have to call family to have them come say goodbye to a sister, aunt, friend. 

     All day long we had family and friends up to the hospital to say their goodbyes.  I can't thank many of our friends enough.  So many of them made sure we ate that day, brought meals in the weeks that followed, and did so much more.  It was a long day from the time I got the call to come to the hospital until we left it was 14 or 15 hours.  She passed away at about the 13th hours mark.  But there is so much you have to do after.  I had to make the decision when to stop the medication that was keeping her a live.  It was hard because she was in pain the last few hours until we took her off the medication.  In the end they were able to make her comfortable.  During the day we read Bible passages, prayed and sang worship songs at her bed side.  She was in ruff shape and only my oldest two who are both adults came to say good bye.  We did not want the younger kids to see their grandma like that.  We wanted happy memories to be the lasting ones.

     In the days that followed there was a lot of things to decided.  I am glad to have known her final wishes.  I am glad I was at her bed side when she took her final breath.  I am glad it was just Marshall and I at that time. I know that might sound harsh, but it was peaceful and quiet.  I feel she waited until it was just Marshall and I. The rest of the family and friends had all gone out to the waiting room.  I remember the nurse came in and asked if everyone had said their goodbyes and if any one else should be in the room because it was getting close to her time.  She barely said those words and my mom took her last breath.  Before we could even let her sisters know.  They had been in and out of her room that day.  They had said their goodbyes. 

     Here I am six months after my mom went to be with the Lord. I am just barley able to write this blog.  But I feel this is a good a necessary part of my grieving process.  Sorry if this blog is all over the place, but i am writing from my heart.

Until Next Time,
Pitters