Hey Escapists, My mother died in her sleep this sunday. I was the last to visit her in the hospital the night before. Things seemed to be going well, she was still very weak, but she had hope that she would at least have the energy to walk around a bit and celebrate christmas together with the family.
Then, early next morning I got a call from the hospital... I woke my father and we rushed over there. When we saw her, her body was still gasping for air, and even though the doctors assured me that she didn't feel anything, it was still horrible to watch.
I called my brother and two sisters, making sure that the first thing I mentioned was that she died in her sleep, because it would alleviate so much worry that she didn't die while being conscious of dying. Telling her the news that my mother had died was horrible. The shock and the cries were so intense, I didn't even recognize their voices anymore.
By the time I finished calling them, my mother had stopped gasping for air. My mother was always very tan from being outside all the time, even in the 4 months of us knowing that she had lung-cancer. But now, she had turned yellow. Even though I love my mother dearly, I could sense that what was lying in that bed wasn't my mother anymore.
While I don't really believe in an afterlife, I can be certain of two things: If there is no afterlife, Her suffering is now over, and she died how she wanted to die: in her sleep. If there is an afterlife, because she was such a warm, caring, selfless person, I'm sure she will get a nice cozy spot to live.
Thanks for reading this, I just needed to vent. It helps.
I'm listening to the shadow of the colossus soundtrack, and I find it soothing. Do you have a song you like to listen to when you've lost a loved one?
Then, early next morning I got a call from the hospital... I woke my father and we rushed over there. When we saw her, her body was still gasping for air, and even though the doctors assured me that she didn't feel anything, it was still horrible to watch.
I called my brother and two sisters, making sure that the first thing I mentioned was that she died in her sleep, because it would alleviate so much worry that she didn't die while being conscious of dying. Telling her the news that my mother had died was horrible. The shock and the cries were so intense, I didn't even recognize their voices anymore.
By the time I finished calling them, my mother had stopped gasping for air. My mother was always very tan from being outside all the time, even in the 4 months of us knowing that she had lung-cancer. But now, she had turned yellow. Even though I love my mother dearly, I could sense that what was lying in that bed wasn't my mother anymore.
While I don't really believe in an afterlife, I can be certain of two things: If there is no afterlife, Her suffering is now over, and she died how she wanted to die: in her sleep. If there is an afterlife, because she was such a warm, caring, selfless person, I'm sure she will get a nice cozy spot to live.
Thanks for reading this, I just needed to vent. It helps.
I'm listening to the shadow of the colossus soundtrack, and I find it soothing. Do you have a song you like to listen to when you've lost a loved one?