DreamSongs Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 After over a week in a coma and two weeks of confusion, I walked into my Pops' room and he said "Hey Kid!" and knew who I was. I have never been given a greater gift than having him in my life! I am crying again, but now its because I am happy...that if nothing else, my Mom got one last 'I love you' from the love of her life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Biter Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 :grouphug: Thanks for sharing this. I am really grateful for having a great family. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tears of Lys Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 Awww! :love: That's what life's all about. We'll all meet our ends in one way or another. Getting to spend a few moments to let people you care about know and allowing them to express their feelings is something I wish everyone could have. It truly is a gift. Hugs to you tonight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lily Valley Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 Bex, I am so happy for you. :grouphug:Take good care of yourself. Love U. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deleted01 Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 How lovely, Bex, thank you for sharing. :grouphug: My thoughts are with you and your family. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
karaddin Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 I can certainly understand your joy from that, I guess the equivalent for me would be when the anti-swelling meds kicked in, and the thyroid function returned (from those meds kicking in) and Mum cognitively coming back to us for a few months before we lost her for good. Saying "I love you Mum" and seeing her face light up like ti was the nicest thing anyone could ever say is a memory that will stick with me. As is sitting down in her bedroom and for the first time in over a year talking about my problems, she wanted to be my Mum and wanted to do what she did. I feel like I have too many at the moment, a bunch with Brook around surgery and getting home. A couple of memories stand out because the other girls having the surgery don't even seem to remember these bits - one was being wheeled down to the OR and being unable to wipe the grin off my face, the fear had fled and I was just excited for my new life. The other is waking after the operation to incredible pain and calling out for morphine, getting it twice but it still not being enough and just wanting them to take me back to my room to Brook. All I wanted was to be back with Brook. Not a single other person I spoke to remembered the recovery room, but that's crystal clear for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ser Scot A Ellison Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 DreamSongs,After over a week in a coma and two weeks of confusion, I walked into my Pops' room and he said "Hey Kid!" and knew who I was. I have never been given a greater gift than having him in my life! I am crying again, but now its because I am happy...that if nothing else, my Mom got one last 'I love you' from the love of her life.That's lovely. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elder Sister Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 Bex, I'm so glad you and your mom have gotten more time with your dad. It's odd how a hospital room can be so still and quiet. It almost becomes a church when you're sitting there with someone who's dying. I remember my grandmother's last few days with us were spent with her in a hospital bed. We had been waiting for a bed to open up in Hospice. It was my turn to stay with her, and about 2 am, she started talking to my grandfather, who had passed away years before. That room was so still, and I remember getting goosebumps as I sat there with her. I felt that there was something there with us. It was an eerie, strangely comforting feeling, and I remember her face relaxing and being at peace for the first time since she had been admitted.It is a terrible thing to watch the people you love pass away. It's also a great act of love. A lot of people aren't able to do it. Bex, your father and mother are very fortunate to have you with them, caring for them. Much love to you, my friend. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Q the Cat Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 Dear Bex! I'm so glad for you that you and your mom have some more time with him. As others have said, they are so lucky to have you with them. Loads of love to you, sister! It is a terrible thing to watch the people you love pass away. It's also a great act of love. A lot of people aren't able to do it. Bex, your father and mother are very fortunate to have you with them, caring for them. Much love to you, my friend. This is so beautifully stated and I couldn't agree more. It really *is* a great act of love. My mother was so afraid of being alone when she died, I promised her I'd be there and ended up standing a three day vigil. When it was clear she was close to the end, I called my siblings and we were all with her. My sister was massaging her feet, my brother was holding her hand, and I was stroking her face with a hand on her heart, all the while we were telling her what a great job she did as mother and grandmother, how much we love her and how much we'll miss her. Candles, beautiful harp music playing - it really was a beautiful last moment. This comfort is a true gift - not just for the person passing. I am so very grateful for that moment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
baxus Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 @DreamSongs:Great news!I hope your father makes a fast and full recovery. :thumbsup: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scotcat Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 That's great news! I hope your father makes a speedy recovery. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stannis Eats No Peaches Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 I have no moments of my own to share, but that was lovely to read Bex. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
karaddin Posted March 3, 2015 Share Posted March 3, 2015 It is a terrible thing to watch the people you love pass away. It's also a great act of love. A lot of people aren't able to do it. Bex, your father and mother are very fortunate to have you with them, caring for them. Much love to you, my friend. My Mum went from a seizure in the kitchen with my Dad there and my Aunt arriving just as it started. She lasted long enough for the ambulance to get there, and my Aunt asked her if she was in pain and she just answered no, she was sad. I didn't find out those were her last words for another month as I saved watching the eulogies till I was home with Brook and I'm glad I did because that broke me. I don't know I could have handled being there for that, but maybe if I was I could have taken the sadness away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Davos Baratheon Posted March 5, 2015 Share Posted March 5, 2015 After over a week in a coma and two weeks of confusion, I walked into my Pops' room and he said "Hey Kid!" and knew who I was. I have never been given a greater gift than having him in my life! I am crying again, but now its because I am happy...that if nothing else, my Mom got one last 'I love you' from the love of her life. Truly inspiring. All the best to your father. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elder Sister Posted March 5, 2015 Share Posted March 5, 2015 My Mum went from a seizure in the kitchen with my Dad there and my Aunt arriving just as it started. She lasted long enough for the ambulance to get there, and my Aunt asked her if she was in pain and she just answered no, she was sad. I didn't find out those were her last words for another month as I saved watching the eulogies till I was home with Brook and I'm glad I did because that broke me. I don't know I could have handled being there for that, but maybe if I was I could have taken the sadness away. I think it's hard, regardless. For several months after my grandmother's death, it haunted me that she was aware of how much of her dignity had been stripped away in those last days. She had always been a very beautiful, 'put together' woman, always elegantly turned out. Always knew exactly what to say, how to behave. She was the perfect Southern lady. Death is messy. It smells bad and is uncomfortable and hard on everyone, including the patient and the loved ones. The movies leave that stuff out. And I knew she wouldn't have wanted us to see her like that, but we did. It comforts me to remind myself that we did the best we could for her, and my faith tells me that she's in a better place, and that I'll see her again one day. But it still bothers me. We spent several weeks with her, staying with her while she died. And I still have dreams occasionally where I'm back in that room, and she's angry with me because I'm there seeing her like that, helping the nurse clean her up, or changing the sheets. It's just hard. But I know she loved me, and she would want me to remember all of the good things we did, and the fun we had, going to the casinos, and shopping, and terrorizing my mother. :D Hang in there, karaddin. You have such a lovely spirit - your mom must have been just amazing. ETA: My relationship with this board is so weird. I have never said any of that stuff out loud to another human being, but I can talk to you guys about it with no problem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deleted01 Posted March 5, 2015 Share Posted March 5, 2015 Me too, ES. It's great, though slightly weird when you meet people from here and think, crap, how much do they know?! :laugh:My nan didn't want us grandchildren to see her towards the end. She too was always nicely turned out, with pretty scarves and short blonde hair, perfume and lipstick on. The last time I saw her, she was in bed, on oxygen, and was trying so hard to be the nan I knew and loved, that it broke my heart. She wanted me to remember her as she was, not how she became, but on that day I realised just how much she meant to me, and that when we gave her a kiss and said goodbye, we were saying goodbye for the last time. She was a lovely woman, I only wish I got more time with her. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malik Ambar Posted March 6, 2015 Share Posted March 6, 2015 After over a week in a coma and two weeks of confusion, I walked into my Pops' room and he said "Hey Kid!" and knew who I was. I have never been given a greater gift than having him in my life! I am crying again, but now its because I am happy...that if nothing else, my Mom got one last 'I love you' from the love of her life. Best of luck to you and your family. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Archived
This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.