The missing Part of Mom
Monday, June 24, 2019
The slowly turning circle of Life
The lights of my mother's life are dimming. I know that I'm slowly losing my 97 year young mother. Once again, I'll hold her hand and help her through another day.
We laugh at her memory lapses. "You're very nice, she said to me. "Who are you, anyway?"
I smile slyly and reply; "I'm Jackie, your favorite." We laugh, but I grieve the loss of my mother's memory. I have become the mother in many ways. I am her advocate.
She has packed a bag, and is waiting to go. She's not sure where, but she has let us know metaphorically that she is ready for the next phase of life.
While she is here, I celebrate each day by posting photos and pasting her coloring on cards and bags. I cannot just let her go without a celebration of each day that I have her.
Don't go now, Mom.
Matty and his family are coming up to see you in August and David is coming up in October. I'm just starting to understand how wonderful and beautiful you are.
But leaving this earth is not my call. Mom is ready to go. The circle of life continues on.