Friday, April 12, 2013

She is OK


Lately I've really been at peace with all that has happened.  I'm sure some of you out there have noticed that from my recent postings. Yes, I still miss mom deeply and think of her each and every day. But there's something I wanted to share and I feel like that I can talk about it now. It's really been the driving force of this peace of mind that I have with me now. 

Before I start, there's one thing that you should know about me. I am not a huge religious person. I don't follow a set faith. I tend to be more logical, rational, and objective. When mom got sick, I didn't rely on faith or religion to get me through those hard times; I relied on my inner strength, and the support systems that I had which I am so so thankful for.

The whole idea of what there was in store for mom after she passed really messed with my head. The concept of just void and her soul just vanishing from sheer existence really bothered and depressed me to no end.

The night before she passed, I stayed with her very late. She was asleep for most of the time. She would come in and out of consciousness and I'd tell her about our move to the new hospice the next day. I ended up going home to get some of my things packed because I was planning on spending pretty much every moment with her at the new hospice and wanted to grab a few hours of sleep too.

Sometime around 5 am, I drifted deep into sleep. I dreamt of mom.  It was the most calming and serene feeling which I found was rather odd because up to this point, all the dreams I've had of mom were filled with anxiety, paranoia, sadness and hopelessness. In previous dreams of her for the last nine months, she was also sick and looked sick and I was constantly in tears and struggling to just come up for air because it would feel like my entire world was crushing down on me. But, for the first time, this dream was different. Mom was right in front of me. She was dressed in a red shirt and floral skirt with a wine cooler in hand. She looked how she use to look...no wig, no hookups, no sickness.  She had the most welcoming and warm smile. Then she spoke to me. She said, "Baby, I'm fine at this new place now".  In my conscious mind, I thought she was referring to the new hospice that we'd be moving to later that day.  Before I could speak to her or reach out to her, I was quickly awaken by my phone ringing. It was the nurse calling to notify me that mom had just passed away.

Looking back at it all, I don't know what to make of my dream. Was it just a dream or was it more? I'll never really know. All I do know is that I needed it. I needed to know that she was fine after all we went through together. It made me feel comforted knowing that her love for me and our shared journey created that one very special moment that I will always hold very dear to my heart.  She really loved me. And she knew that I loved her from the day I was born to her last moments. She saw all that I did for her, the sacrifices I made, and in the end that's what true love really is.  To love freely and openly and to receive that back.  She did that for me.


4 comments:

  1. Lorita, thank you for sharing. You are, and have been, a courageous, loving daughter during an extremely trying time in your, and your mom's life. Whatever the explanation, or no explanation, of your experience that morning, you deserve the peace and satisfaction that you truly did everything you could for your mom. I needed to read this post today.
    Thank You,
    Alice

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    1. Thank you for your kind words, Alice.

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  2. That was beautiful. Thanks for sharing. I often have questions about "what's next," and have had some of my own experiences that told me that there quite possibly is something more. Much love to you as you deal with loss of someone that you apparently were very close to and loved very much.

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