How do you feel about goodbyes?
Honestly, I have some mixed feelings about them. Sure, most of the time goodbyes are somewhat easy, everyday occurrences that pretty much go unnoticed.
But sometimes, goodbye is the last thing we want to say to somebody when time pours through the hourglass and all we want is for time to take several steps backwards.
Then, there are the times we don’t even get the chance to say goodbye. Those are some of the most heart wrenching times and it seems almost impossible to step over the regrets of not being there.
Yesterday, I was reading some new blog posts when a photograph caught my eye. It was a close up of someone holding hands. Then, I saw the name.
It was written by one of my dear blogging friends who has spent the past year on a difficult journey. As I read it, my cheeks were wet with tears.
I cried not only for the sadness of fate that seemed to go the wrong way, but also some joy tears were mixed in.
Here’s what I love about families, they stick it out, even if bad news is involved and heartache lingers.
I also love how her mum is triumphant! She survived brain surgeries and a tumor. What a miracle in that alone.
As soon as I read her account of life with her beautiful mum, I knew I wanted to share it with you.
Love and hugs, Miriam.
On this, my 100th post, I’m baring my soul. This time last year my mum went into hospital for what should have been a straight forward operation to remove a tumor on her brain. Although the operation went well complications arose during her recovery. She ended up back in hospital and contracted an infection. To cut a long and painful story short the infection and two major surgeries changed her forever.
From the operation to today I’ve seen her suffer and decline, from a strong fit independent woman living on her own, who taught me so much, to one needing 24/7 care. She can no longer walk or talk or feed herself, though we think she has moments of lucidity and understanding. Which makes it all the more heartbreaking.
She’s now in a facility not far away from where we live and she’s well cared for. I visit her as…
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