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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #2158633
Feeling Right Every Day!
#1036627 added August 18, 2022 at 5:26am
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RIP
This is the blog I never want to write. In this blog, I tell of the passing of my Mother, my dear, sweet Mother. A week ago, she fell down some stairs at my sister's house and hit her head, cracked her neck, and bruised her arm and hip quite severely. She was taken to the hospital and stayed there until 8/16/2022 when she passed.

The Doctor (after a week) discussed putting in a breathing tube and feeding tube and re-visiting her in a year. She wouldn't want that and had said as much in conversations previously. The choice was clear for me, for us: comfort. I won't get into that anymore.

We had a couple of different preachers come in from the hospital and they all commented on how great it was for such a large gathering to be at the bedside to send her off. The limit was supposed to be two but the hospital made exceptions for us. Both of the preachers cried openly with us. Even the hospice worker cried with us.

I stayed and visited with my family for a day and we had a good, heart-felt visit.

I can't believe she is gone. I don't want her to be gone.

When I got home, I looked through my phone and saw I had a short message from her from a couple of weeks ago. She said she was sorry she missed my call and would call me tomorrow. She told me she loved me.

The funeral is Saturday. May she rest in peace.

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