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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Thursday, February 18, 2010
A minister friend told me, when this all first began a month ago, that there was nothing I could do to make this journey comfortable for mom. She will move through it at her own pace and in her own way. What I could do was witness this sacred journey and shine my light for her.
By Wednesday morning it was clear the end was near. Both her daughter and youngest son left for home Wednesday morning. After a week of family, hubby and I were once again alone with mom.
I had a very strong feeling she'd been waiting for them to leave before she could go. Tuesday night, four of her five children were here, laughing, eating dinner, and telling "mom" stories. I'm sure she could hear us.
At 1 pm, I told the aide to go home--there was nothing left for her to do. I wanted to be alone with mom.
I sang her favorite song, "Amazing Grace" a few times, and Silent Night, which she adores. I held her hand and told her it was ok for her to go now. All her kids had been here and said what they needed to say. My hubby couldn't handle being in the room with her. It was hard. Her breathing had become very shallow and raspy. I sat, knowing her time was near.
At about 3:45 PM, her breathing changed. It became gentler. She took a deep sigh, then nothing for a few seconds. This lasted about 5 minutes. At that point the phone rang. Hubby was upstairs--he came down, saying it was the hospice chaplain. I told him mom was leaving us. He came to her bedside and the two of us laid our hands on her as she breathed her last breath. There was no death rattle, as we'd been told to expect. She simply sighed her last breath. It was incredibly peaceful and beautiful.
The chaplain appeared on our doorstep within 15 minutes and facilitated our dealing with the funeral home. By 6:30 pm, mom left here to begin her journey home to Plainview, Texas, where she was born and lived until 2 years ago, when she came here to Albuquerque. The family will gather there a week from Saturday for her funeral. It will be a celebration of a life well-lived and a woman well-loved.
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