A few weeks ago, my family started hospice care for my mother. She had been hospitalized, and when she returned to her assisted living facility, she had great difficulty eating and swallowing—a typical progression of Alzheimer’s Disease.
She passed away on Friday, July 4, 2014.
Needless to say, these recent weeks have been a time of reflection, of waiting, of grieving. No matter how anticipated, death comes with a finality for which we are not prepared. It is a new loss, no matter how much we have lost already.
And in the face of death, we turn to memories and stories.
Just before she died, my father, sister and brother were gathered at her bedside. I called, and found them telling family stories—about me, apparently, which is only fair, since I have written about all of them in this blog.
We had a good chuckle about my shenanigans as a toddler. I like to think my mother heard them tell the stories, though she seemed to sleep.
I’ve been thinking of other stories as I have helped my father find pictures representing my mother’s life and plan her funeral service. And I have turned to this blog to jog my memory and to find inspiration.
Here are a few of the posts about my mother I reread in the last few days:
- My Mother’s 80th Birthday: The Meaning of Decades and of Days
- Memories in Song and Words
- Family Pictures Capturing History as the Mind Cannot
- Humor Amidst the Tears
- Happy Mother’s Day To My Mother the Writer
What helps you when you are grieving?