My mom died yesterday. Actually she died Nov 16 but they didn't bother to tell me until yesterday. She was in pretty bad shape at 93, dementia had taken her mind away, to the point where she couldn't even speak but could only make animal noises. It was hard to watch. I didn't visit her much because she hadn't recognized me for 4 years now. I would stop by occasionally to make sure the nursing home was taking good care of her.The picture is Darcy and Mom from about 15 years ago, it's not very good but it's the only one I can find. Darcy is only 5' 4" tall so you can see how short Mom was. The most startling thing over the last 4 years was her face. When no one was home any more her face underwent a dramatic change, very shocking to look at.
At one time all the women in my life were threatening to die on me; our cat Nikko (she was our baby), my sister, Darcy and my mom. My sister died of cancer one day before her 60th birthday, Darcy died one week before her 61st birthday, but my mom outlasted all of them at 93. She was always pretty tough, but I think even she felt it was time to go because she was barely eating. Food used to be her favorite thing, as a tiny, old woman she could put away quantities that would put a truck driver to shame.
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I'm really sorry for your loss. I imagine you've been dealing with her decline for some time now, but that doesn't necessarily make things any easier.
Thanks, I thought I had already mourned when she completely lost her mind, but the actual, physical death still hit me hard. Been feeling very sick for 3 days and haven't left the house, but today is better.
Wow, you've been through more than I have reasdon to think I would have survived because although I've lost both parents and many friends, I still have my wife of 39 years. I loved your recent comment--about swining a chicken over your head--on Skepticat's blog.
Pardon my spelling. I'm awfully tired.
Thanks, Snowbrush. I appreciate anyone who reads my blog and even my comments on another blog!
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