With each passing year, it becomes more difficult to believe so much times has passed since my mother’s death in 2015. Death has a way of warping time, so one can feel the distance of those elapsed years but also be surprised at the sharp pangs of grief that can arise at random moments.
I made an active choice to stay in the caregiver community after the death of my parents and have no regrets about that, but it does keep the illness and end-of-life memories fresher than perhaps they would be otherwise. What is most disappointing is seeing so many family caregivers dealing with the same bureaucratic roadblocks and healthcare challenges that I experienced.
I’m grateful to be able to share my caregiving story and read the moving accounts of other caregivers.
An unusual thing happened this morning after I published this blog post. As I came down the stairs, arms full of laundry, I turned to a portrait of my mother that hangs on the wall at the top of the staircase. I said, “Hi Mom,” and continued on my way. About an hour later I was in the kitchen when I heard a crash and then something tumbling down the stairs. When I went to see what had fallen, it was the portrait of Mom I had just acknowledged an hour before. Mom was never a subtle communicator. It would be just like her to make a dramatic statement. For now, Mom’s portrait has a new spot in the living room.
2 responses to “Marking 8 years since my mother’s death”
Wow, eight years. I remember when you first went through the loss and understand that the pangs will always come and go.
Wow – again on that picture of your mom. Our pictures have fallen on occasion because we used those 3M stickers. Those stickies don’t stay forever. They’ll last a couple years and then – Crash! We used nails to put them back up. Regardless, sounds like your mom was responding to your greeting in the only way she could from the other side.
You are so right about those 3M hooks. I learned the hard way not to hang up any glass frames with those hooks.