This post is a continuation of yesterday’s post in my A Day in the Life Series:
My mom passed away within a year of leaving the hospital, after the discovery that she had advanced stage lung cancer. Those last months with her were bittersweet, because she did actually return to her old self, and we were able to have some very peaceful moments together. She showed a childlike vulnerability during that time, and maintained a sense of humor despite the pain and discomfort she experienced because of the cancer. It always brings a smile to my face when I remember the standing joke we had about the wig my brother bought her after she lost her hair. It was nothing like her normal hair, which was always so thick and beautiful. It was a strange color, and the style was so different from her own. She would always wear it when he came to visit, and the moment he left she whipped it off with one finger. We always got a good laugh about that.
I feel a sense of peace when I think about those quiet nights when I sat by her side, listening to her raspy breath and watching her sleeping like an innocent baby. Her true essence was never more apparent than in those moments.
It was hard losing the woman whom I had witnessed fight so fiercely for the life she had always dreamed of having. In her own way she served as a model to me, and I learned to keep on going no matter what.
It is a holiday weekend, and I am looking forward to reuniting with my beautiful, lively 1-1/2 year old granddaughter. I will get to spend a lot of time with her and my daughters, and now more than ever, I am feeling so blessed.
I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend as well. As you contemplate the turmoil our country has gone through and continues to go through at times, as well as your own personal struggles, I hope that you will remember that not all things are resolved in a day, and it is what you make of the journey that matters the most.
Love and blessings to you all.