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Holes in The Floor of Heaven
8 years ago
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Today's a rough day. Today marks 15 years since I lost my mom. I was ten years old at the time. She had gone in for a fairly routine procedure- a hysterectomy. The procedure itself went completely fine, but while she was in the recovery room, she had two major strokes. It was a really rough night- I remember our dad calling our babysitter and then our grandparents, giving updates. They thought she was going to be okay for a while- but she ended up throwing a blood clot, which went to her brain stem- leaving her brain dead. :( My father then made the decision to pull the plug. He also decided not to let any of us kids go in to see her before doing so.
The last memory I have of my mom was her sitting on the couch, writing in her notebook- probably balancing bills or something. She was annoyed because I was refusing to go to bed- so she was pretending not to notice I was there. But I insisted on getting an extra hug and kiss before going to bed, which she finally gave me, after making me promise I'd go to bed. :) She left the next morning before any of us kids were awake.
This day is never easy. I often find myself wondering how different my life would have been with her around. Or what she'd think of the person I grew up to be. I can only hope she would be proud, or at least not disappointed.
Everyone's situation is different- but I implore you- if you get along with your parents, or if you have a rough relationship but it CAN be repaired- love and appreciate them while you have them. <3
Love and peace, all.
Today's a rough day. Today marks 15 years since I lost my mom. I was ten years old at the time. She had gone in for a fairly routine procedure- a hysterectomy. The procedure itself went completely fine, but while she was in the recovery room, she had two major strokes. It was a really rough night- I remember our dad calling our babysitter and then our grandparents, giving updates. They thought she was going to be okay for a while- but she ended up throwing a blood clot, which went to her brain stem- leaving her brain dead. :( My father then made the decision to pull the plug. He also decided not to let any of us kids go in to see her before doing so.
The last memory I have of my mom was her sitting on the couch, writing in her notebook- probably balancing bills or something. She was annoyed because I was refusing to go to bed- so she was pretending not to notice I was there. But I insisted on getting an extra hug and kiss before going to bed, which she finally gave me, after making me promise I'd go to bed. :) She left the next morning before any of us kids were awake.
This day is never easy. I often find myself wondering how different my life would have been with her around. Or what she'd think of the person I grew up to be. I can only hope she would be proud, or at least not disappointed.
Everyone's situation is different- but I implore you- if you get along with your parents, or if you have a rough relationship but it CAN be repaired- love and appreciate them while you have them. <3
Love and peace, all.
-hugs-