Trying not to be maudlin but my mum had a severe brain bleed on Saturday morning. She had been on warfarin following a stroke last year. I've spent the weekend with her and today she is still with us but not for long. She is in Residential Care and has been since the stroke. She has always said she loved it here and I have posted/vented that I did not want to end up in care like every female family member I've known.
We are travelling the end of life journey and the weekend was full of sadness, laughter, memories, stories and Christmas Carols. My niece smuggled her Labrador in for a visit late on Saturday night. I would not have missed this weekend for the world. My niece and I were the only family to visit as my brother (her father) was stuck interstate but my niece and I, with Mum have shared a very special journey. She has a PhD, two babies and is obviously all grown up but what she did with Mum and me over the weekend made me realise what an amazing woman she has become.
What has blown me away is the loving care she has been receiving from her carers. They are full of tears. They say they aren't supposed to have favourites but they say mum is theirs. I know by the look in their faces they are not just saying that. I get it.
This Wednesday is Mum and Dad's 65th wedding anniversary. Dad left us after their 50th. I hope and pray Mum will be with him on their 65th.
Give your family a hug this Christmas and never leave them without saying you love them. Thats all that matters.
(And AFF has been a wonderful distraction when emotional exhaustion takes over)