my mum suffered from parkinsons, my brother was mums carere till he had a major stroke which left him paralized down one side and unable to speak, we spent christmas day at my sisters, and had mum and my brother there, it was a great day, mum was looking a little thin and it was a concern she had dropped down to 35kg. my sister had taken my brother back to the hospital and was taking mum home boxing day.
three days later 29th my other brother rang and told me we had lost mum, he had spoken to mum at 4pm and he said he regrets that he can never take back the harsh words he had with her as mum was refusing to take her medication and i dont blame her the doctors had changed her medication again and she was on 25tablets per day, i think in my heart i know mum knew she was dying because at christmas she said she wouldnt see the new year in. and of course we told her to stop talking silly as the new year was only a week away.
because of christmas holidays we couldnt bury mum till the 13th jan 8 days before mums 80th birthday.
that hardest part was we had been given only 2 weeks to clean out mums home, it was mums home for over 30yrs and it was our home too. so many memories.
i dont know if anyone believes in the supernatural but after what happened at mums i do now, we had just walked into mum home i was expecting mum to be there but she was not. my brother sister and i started walking down the corridor, when all of a sudden three musical christmas cards started playing, no one had touched them they were in the top cupboard, my brother decided to take the batteries out of them, but they still kept playing and continued right up to mums funeral and stop dead at the exact time mums coffin was being lowered i know this because i had one in my bag, my sister had one and my brother had the other and they all stopped at the exact same time spooky.
i think the hardest thing was telling all the grandchildren some couldnt grasp it my son is disabled and he still asks when are we going to nans.
when we lose someone we love its such a hard and confussing time.
even now i almost bought tickets for train to go to mums for a weekend, and that brought tears to my eyes again. when will i stop feeling this way, when will the pain go away only time will tell in the mean time i have to stay strong for the rest of the family
Posted by whelen22, 1st March 2015