I went in to a horrible time of back pain on March 14th and was hardly able to walk for a week. I couldn't get up by myself or even lift my feet. A friend from church brought me a walker to use. It took me five excruciating minutes to move from my living room to my kitchen (in a townhouse). Then on March 21st my mother unexpectedly died. She was only 59 and we were planning her annual trip to visit my family for Easter. I'm actually thankful for the bout with severe pain right before she died because I was able to tell her that I had a better understanding of what she deals with on a daily basis. I'm not unfamiliar with pain, but this pain was debilitating and I was actually afraid that I could end up paralyzed. I've been told that is a possibility.
When I told my children that Grandma died, my seven year old son fell to the floor weeping and my ten year old daughter sat on the couch with tears pouring down her face. My fifteen month old obviously didn't comprehend the loss, but she knew something was wrong. She walked over to my son and wrapped her little arms around his neck and just hugged him. Then she walked across the room and picked up a tissue and went to my daughter and began wiping her face. The sweet baby was like an angel as she ministered to her siblings.
While the me and the kids were in Ohio, my husband fell and got a blood clot in his leg (DVT). I was so worried about him, but unable to get home because I was stranded in Ohio. Since I was having back pain, I knew I couldn't drive to Ohio, so some wonderful friends helped transport us to Ohio. Then I was baffled as to how to return. I didn't have to be confused long because before I began looking at my options to return home, a friend called and told me that she and her husband wanted to come and get us. Talk about Jesus in action - those friends are definitely walking the walk and talking the talk.
I'm still not used to the fact that my mother is dead. When I returned home from my two weeks in Ohio for her funeral, I picked up the phone to call and let her know I made it home safely. I've actually started to call her quite a bit. There are some things in life you don't "get" until you experience them and I believe losing a mother - the woman who gave you life is one of them.
Keep my family in your prayers!
My mother 16 years old.
My mother on our horse, Angel.
Me and my mother (she was visiting me at college).
Me and my mother at my wedding.
My mother and my daughter at one of our annual trips to the National Zoo.
My mom and Aunt Rebbie last summer.
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So, so, so sorry for your lose. My heart aches with you . . . if it helps at all, I will carry some of that burden for you and I will mourn too. My dad died at 50 (28 years ago), so I do feel your pain.
Peace dear one.
Thanks Jel and Life Adapted. I'm not on too much these days but do want to get back more frequently. I miss you both and my other blogger friends.
Robin, when my mom died, I did the same thing. David flew to San Antonio to drive me home (since I'd had no sleep after being in the ICU the night before with her), and the minute I got home, I went to the phone and started to call her to let her know I was home safely. That is when it really hit.
I didn't know about the DVT. Praying that you are all finding a new normal. Losing your mother is miserable, and you're right, you just don't appreciate the how devestating it is until it actually happens to you.
Dear Robin,
I really appreciated reading this. I could feel such a mixture of emotions you must be feeling, as I read it. Your posts help me to be reminded, life is a gift, and time with those we love are even more precious of a gift. I am truly so sorry for your loss of your Mother, I know you must be hurting and struggling with it terribly. I know it must have been so difficult to have one thing after another, like you were experiencing, but I'm glad that you found something positive to relate your pain that you were having to (understanding what your Mother felt). I'm so glad you have your precious little angels to comfort you and shower you with the love you need and deserve, our children certainly have a way of helping us through those times. Their hugs, smiles, butterfly kisses and love, truly can help a heart heal so much faster. I will keep you and your family in my prayers. I didn't realize your husband had fallen, and that is what caused the condition. I thought it just occurred for unknown reasons. I hope he is doing better now. That can be scary stuff, and then on top of what you are already dealing with...you poor thing, you have really been through a lot! Love, Hugs & Prayers to you, and keep on sharing your heart! oxo (one day at a time...)
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