I don’t share about my mother too often but I dreamed about her last night and I feel compelled.
I remember that day that I got the call
I remember my slow walk through the hall
I remember a nurse saying, “This is the end”
But my mind was not going to allow this to win
I entered the room as everyone cleared out
I looked upon you and held in a shout
There you lay all fragile and ill
But just yesterday you were happy and real
I could not understand what was going on
Then you said, “I chose to go home.”
Tears filled my eyes as I looked at you
I begged you to tell me what to do
You said there was nothing that could be done
It’s time to leave here, what’s done is done
Not once in my life had I seen you give up
But there you were slowly closing up
You chose to stop fighting after all these years
I don’t know why, but I could see your fear
I watched you lay there and take your last breath
And I watched you slowly slip into death
My heart broke into a million pieces
And I ran as fast as my legs would race
I felt my heart broken solidly in half
I knew right then I had lost my path
I’ve struggled so long just to make sense
Then one day I felt your presence
I knew in that moment that you were not gone
It was not a good bye, just a so long
I feel you here all the time
Snuggled in my heart is where I find
That pain is still their some where
But your love has made it easier to bare
I watched you go that terrible day
But that won’t be the last time I see your face
oh my – this is very, very touching. we seemed to have shared a very similar experience. you expressed it eloquently.
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Thank you so much. That day was horrible for me and even after all these years it still haunts me.
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i believe it is something one never recovers from – accepts but not let go of – I wrote about my mom back in February.
http://words4jp.wordpress.com/2013/02/26/a-story-of-a-girl/
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That is the truth. This whole I have will never be filled but I have learned to accept the things I cannot change.
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I understand the poem. I have dreams of people missed. We must find peace in the good days with missed family and friends.
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You are right about that. I try to only think of the good but sometimes that last day still haunts me. She would hate that I know.
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Wow.. That was very touching.
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Thank you so much.
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It is no problem, I can understand how strong between a mother and her daughter can be.
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