On Apr 25, 2005 12:00 AM Goldy wrote:
It will 9 yrs this year that I lost my mom.
Sometimes it feels like yesterday.
My mom and I had our differences but I still love her. We just had different ideas.
I sometimes wish I could of spoke to her more before she went so I could tell her how much she meant to me. I did, but she was not coherent.
I had a lot of dreams of us fighting after she died. But I rarely dream of her now.
I was her care giver until she went to pallitive.
She was only 49.
Does any one else wondering if your mom still loves you, that when you see her again she will be there for you?
I wish I knew.
Goldy,
I see that your post was April 24, 2005. Perhaps you will not receive this message and/or it will come 5 years too late. However, I lost my mom April 28, 2009 to pancreatic and breast cancer. She was 56 years and 26 days old. She was diagnosed on December 3, 2007 with pancreatic cancer. She almost beat it. Then, on March 16, 2009, she was diagnosed with independent breast cancer. She had a masectomy and lymph nodes removed. She was due to return for chemo and radiation on April 26, 2009. She died 2 days after she was supposed to return to treatment. So here I am.
There is not one day that goes by that I do not think of my mom. It always feels like yesterday, yet also so long ago. I will say that it has been the longest year of my life. I talked to my mom every single day multiple times. I saw her at least once each day. So, I feel ya on the absence, loss, emptyness.
I also know that your mom knows how much she meant to you, regardless of how "coherent" she was when she died. She knows. I promise you.
I do my damndest not to remember my mom at her death because she also was not "coherent". She was not "her" any more. She was a shell. I think they all are at that point. I believe that their spirits leave long before the last breaths are taken. I do not know your mom's circumstances, but yet strangely, I do.
I too have had dreams, but always of getting to hang out with my mom, not of fighting. However, I remember fighting with my mom to the point that for roughly one month (while she had this cancer) we didn't speak due to a fight. I also know that neither her nor I were perfect, and neither of us expected the other to be. So don't hang onto the rough times. We all have them. Cherish the good ones.
I wish I could dream of her each and every night because then I could see her. I too was a caregiver. They appreciate that as much as we appreciated the time, although painful.
I am sick that your mom was only 49. I felt robbed because mine was barely 56 and I was 29 when she died.
Your mom still loves you. Your mom will always love you. You will always love your mom. She WILL be there for you. She IS there for you now. You just can't see her.
I can't tell you how I know this. I just do.
God bless,
Brooke