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Friday, 09 May 2008

A Mother's Goodbye

By Beverly of Beverly, Use Your Words

I was always a mother's girl. I could not stand to be away from her when I was young. My father died when I was five and I was very needy of her.

We moved in with my grandparents. I knew I loved my grandmother, but for reasons I did not know then, she just wasn't like my mother. When I hugged my mother, the touch of her skin, her smell, was better. I longed for those hugs. No one else mattered.

When I was little, I never really thought that my mother would ever leave me. I feared it, but would not allow myself to think about it. Then, one day it becomes reality. You know your mother is dying.

That day happened when I went to visit my mother in the nursing home. She had Alzheimer's and I thought we had many more days together. We didn't. She stopped breathing, I rang for the nurses. There was a flurry of activity and before I knew it, she was being wheeled into the ambulance and I did not even say goodbye.

I was going to follow the ambulance to the hospital. When the ambulance did not leave immediately, and being a nurse, I knew something was wrong. I got out of my car and hopped into the ambulance and saw the paramedics trying to intubate my mother. I stopped in shock, and they grabbed me, trying to shield me from the scene, but I relive that experience all the time in my mind. I sat on the curb with a paramedic and knew it was not good. I knew already I was losing my mama.

When I got to the emergency room, my sons, niece and nephew and Shannon were already there. The doctor said that she was in a deep coma. I could tell more by the tone of his words than the words themselves. My brother and I decided not to put her through any suffering. We were all by her bedside all night. She never woke up. She never moved at all.

When morning come, I thought I noticed fluttering of her eyes. Soon after this, the nurse came in with my son and daughter-in-law. I excitedly told them what I had seen. I leaned by her ear and said "Mother, this is Beverly, if you hear me open your eyes".

She opened her eyes, then shut them. I said, "Mother, I love you". She opened her eyes, then shut them. I said, "And, I know you love me". She opened her eyes, then shut them. The nurse then called her by name. My mother did not respond to her. I looked at my son and he gave me a smile affirming what had just happened. My mother had just told me goodbye and that she loved me.

It has been eleven years since my mother died. I miss her still. I love her more.

[EDITORIAL NOTE: Please note that, unlike most weekends, the Mother's Day series here at The Elder Storytelling Place will continue with new stories posted on Saturday and Sunday.]

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