The anniversary of my Mom’s passing occurred just a few days ago. I can’t believe it’s been three years already. What I find really astounding, is the feeling of serenity that has replaced the emptiness.
My Mom and I were best friends. Rarely did a day go by that we wouldn’t at least talk. For many years we worked together and played together. There was no greater shopping partner than “Choo Choo.” We enjoyed many a trip and sale. In fact, some of my favorite memories were of our shopping excursions in Seattle and Chicago.
Now, that’s not to say we didn’t have our moments. We drove each other crazy at times, but, we were always there for one another.
It was a privilege to be with her during her final hours. Even though she knew she was dying she never complained. For six months she faced each day with the grace, determination and sometimes stubbornness for which she was known.
With the help of a wonderful hospice team from Cleveland Clinic, Mom was able to die at home, with dignity, surrounded by her family and the things she cherished.
With everlasting love and serenity,