When I was given the news that Mom’s condition has worsened quickly and her organs are shutting down as marbling process has begun, I fell into a whole host of emotions.
It’s an unimaginable sadness for her condition. Shocked over how quickly she had degraded since I was out there in July.
Anger & frustration because I cannot do anything from 16 hours away.
Remorseful for being such an asshat in childhood.
Guilt ridden that your Aunt has had to support and comfort mom in these worst days without me there to give her relief
Fearful that because this is hereditary our children will have to experience this very same thing
Really sad that there’s no cure for LBD and this couldn’t have been reversed
Hopeful mom’s suffering is short.
You weren’t aware of the pain I was processing while my mother was in her last days, as I try to shield you from most of the unnecessary burdens to keep you on your own path. You should never shoulder the pain of mine.
I had those who reached out to offer solace and comfort as I processed. My good friend offered these words,
“…our challenges are but learning opportunities. Sometimes we cannot make it right with that person but we can make it right going forward taking what we have learned.”
I share that opinion. And I searched for the learning. From the hospice website, it instructs to try to be a calming presence while the loved one is dying. Sharing memories and playing their favorite music because they can still hear.
I sent as many songs as I could think of for your Aunt to play softly to our mother. I played them myself and a whole flood of memories came back. A lot of these songs reminded me of the times we grooved and bopped along while spring cleaning. Or the summers sunbathing and planting marigolds, bachelor buttons and zinnias in the back yard.
This lead to extended memories while your Aunt and I were young and we’d spend days watching shows together with mom. Teaching us yoga in the living room, laughing along with the Galloping Gourmet and the game shows, or watching soaps, Phil Donahue and Oprah.
My best memories were the little moments.
But the larger learnings were those times when I would fall short of strength or courage and in her toughness she’d inspect the situation and declare, “Oh, you’ll live.”
She encouraged independence and self reliance, through her own example of complete dependence. As a cautionary tale, we knew she wanted more for us than she allowed herself.
And although she and I had a rocky relationship as I grew older, I often wished our relationship was as close as the mother-daughter bonds a lot of my friends had with their own mothers.
My take-away from all of this is that we may not get the mother we hoped we had, but the one we were intended to have to make us who we are today.
For that I am grateful, I am independent and self reliant. I strive to be attentive and ever present for you.
I know both you and your father feel I do things with so much extra effort that you deem may be over the top and over-extend myself for others needlessly; but you see, I am taking what I have learned and striving to be better with the time I have been given.