Sending to you and Mom!

I love my Mom dearly, but watching as her light slowly goes out is painful.

But I am grateful for the pain of that love... it is important in so many ways. Difficult, sometimes even grinding, but... I don't want it to end, either.

One day, one hour, sometimes one minute at a time, I have to remind myself of what really matters, and it is not the worry or the pain or the weariness or the annoyance or the frustration.

You know what matters.

appreciatively,
Bright

Yes it is Bright.

Seeing him lost and confused is worse than seeing him in pain, I think.

"Watching her light go out" is such an apt description. Sending love and light to all my DU friends walking this path.

Don't be sorry, and you're doing what you HAVE to do with your mom. You're a beautiful daughter.

But you do need your rest, too. Take care of yourself.

We did sort of. i don’t remember too much

Loving and kind.

There's always a time that's the final time. One never knows when that time will arrive but it always does.

The only thing you can do is to your best for a person while you have the opportunity to do so. Love transcends space and time.

As hard as it is, you won’t regret it. Bless you for caring for your mom. Thank you for keeping us in your circle…don’t be sorry for posting about real life.

❤️

I completely understand. I was just thinking about how my mom has always been my best friend, my only true advocate in this world.

We used to have long, entertaining and supportive chats with each other on the phone every day. Now, she doesn't appear to remember that we've spoken at all.

She panics and calls repeatedly during the day, not remembering that we just spoke minutes before. I just treat every call as if it's our first and only call, just like the wonderful daily calls we used to have.

As difficult as it is, as much as I cry after every call, I am so deeply thankful she is still able to make those calls and remember me at all. But the heart still breaks.

Stay encouraged, she. You are loved.

We had the blessing of bringing my mom home to hospice, where her huge extended family and friends could come by and visit with us and a bit with her in her hospice bed on the sun porch.

A hard yet sacred time, filled with sorrow and memories, singing lullabies she'd sung to us when we were babies, love.

I've been there, too. Get some good rest...

It's a reversal of rolls and concepts we never could conceive when our parents were 10 foot tall and bullet proof, or during the trying era of our teen angst. When they guided us and kept us safe and looked out for our better interest.

Then, finally, we settle into an adult on adult relationship with them. And, just as fast as we grew up on them, they grow old on us. It feels like it took a blink of an eye from when mom was the stalwart matriarch, to my being the one making sure she's tended to.

My heart and my love to you sheshe. You are in my thoughts this night. ❤️

Hang in there, she.

One foot in front of the next and you will get through "it."