In our younger years, when mortality is simply a word in the dictionary, we tend to think life will never end . . . that we’re invincible . . . that those close to us are so resilient, they’ll live forever.
As we age—acquire maturity and wisdom—we recognize how fragile, and quick, life truly is. We blink, and 20 years have passed. Another blink, and 40 have whizzed by like a bullet train.
My mother’s 96 years ended in perpetual sleep this week. The tears have dried now, but the sadness—emptiness—will remain for a while.
We had an oil-and-vinegar relationship. And the last many years were not easy ones for me as a caregiver for a variety of reasons but now, that is—as the saying goes—water under the bridge.
I’m glad I was there at the end, to hold her hand as she traveled from this earthly realm to an otherworldly one.
Rest in peace, Mom. May God be with you.
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Author: tylerus
I'm primarily a writer of fiction and blog posts, and a sometimes editor and proofreader of books, manuals, and film/television scripts. Fact-checking and researching, organizing and coordinating are skills and joys (I enjoy playing detective and developing structure). My fiction audience: lovers of female-sleuth mysteries. My genres of preference: mysteries (needless to say), women’s fiction, informative and helpful “affirmative” non-fiction.
So-o, here I am, staring up a new blog for aspiring and established e-Book writers. The plan: to share the (long) journey of getting to this stage, and share "learnings" and "teachings". There's a lot I hope to accomplish with this blog, but it may be a while before that happens as there's a lot on the ol' plate - taking care of Mom, working full-time, and attempting to get another book in the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series written (never mind blog postings and other writing projects).
It's very challenging and it's all good. As I like to say: teeny focused baby steps are just as effective as long forceful strides. It may take a little longer, but we will get there.
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My condolences, Tyler.
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