Despite our best efforts, we didn’t make it on time.
Yesterday morning Darryl and Paul went to the nursing home to be with Martha. They each held her hand and spoke of what to do next. The nurse came in and said that she had 3 days left if they left her IV in and about 24 hours if they took it out.
They called Martha’s remaining siblings and family in for a final visit last night and decided to keep the IV in until the family came for one last visit. Then Paul and Darryl left to tie up some things at work intending to return later.
The kids were on their way home early from school and we were going to leave once they got home.
Paul received the call while we were still at work that his mother had passed moments before we were ready to leave.
We thought we would have more time.
When we got to the nursing home we went into her room and said our final good byes. It seemed so surreal. I tricked my mind into thinking she was still with us. Martha looked like she was asleep.
We had a little good bye service in the nursing home chapel.
While this was all happening, my son became seriously ill (I think he will be okay now). It was horrible timing. I was debating whether or not to take him to the ER.
I felt terrible ignoring the family to deal with another crisis.
It was one of the worst days of my life.
We almost got into two car accidents. Someone came close to sideswiping me and someone pulled out right in front of us. Then on the way home I called the doctor’s office, almost hit a fox all while driving on empty.
I felt like I was on empty too.
It was late when we finally got home.
I made a doctor’s appointment for my son first thing this morning.
I feel so sad.
My family is having a hard time dealing with this. My husband feels so lost without his mother. He said he misses her so terribly much already.
This weekend we will be picking our daughter up from college for the funeral. She is on tour right now with the music department. She was going to surprise her grandma by having the choir sing her a song, but there wasn’t enough time.
I had to stop myself from crying at the doctor’s office this morning.
I feel so confused. I’m forgetting the details which rarely happens to me. I feel like I am running on auto pilot without thinking.
I missed planning the funeral arrangements because I was at the doctor’s office.
Then I needed to stop for groceries. We have nothing to eat in the house. We have been making the hour and a half round trip to see Martha almost every day this week. There hasn’t been time to take care of all the little things.
At the store, I saw a daughter helping her elderly father shop. I almost started crying again.
This has been so emotionally and physically exhausting. We haven’t been sleeping well.
At least Paul had the chance to say good bye. Last week, he had the opportunity to visit his mother alone. He told her he loved her, that she was a good mother, and that he appreciated the sacrifices she made for him.
He said it was one of the hardest things that he has ever done, but it was a very special moment.
He wanted to put it off, thinking that he had more time.
But time has a way of slipping away faster than we can keep our hands on it.