Thirty years ago God called my Mom home, 4 short days after her birthday. I do believe she's in a better place but still it feels so unfair. She only got to see one of her kids completely grown, there is four of us.
She seen one graduate but we all graduated, three of us went on to college. I graduated college with a 3.8 GPA.
Her eldest son Jimmy was a manager of a multi-million dollar business for 14 years. Her second oldest son was in the Nuclear Field (Navy) for 8 years, Dave traveled the world on the bottom of the ocean. Her third child and oldest daughter took the long way getting where she needed to be but she eventually got there. Deb works for Whirlpool.
I'm the youngest child. In high school I received multiple awards and accolades on the state level for health knowledge, worked in nursing and for a major telecommunications company after graduating college.
Losing my mom as a preteen was heartwrenching. I was barely 12 years old and I felt robbed. Deprived! I felt lost but my life continued even when I prayed hard to go back in time, for more moments with mom. I feel cheated. She died without warning and I seen her take her last breath. I remember the coroner pronouncing her dead. The years she should of had were taken away abruptly but I know she's with God.
I got married on what should of been her 50th birthday, the first of her children to marry. She never got to meet any of our spouses or grandchildren or great grandchildren.
She never got to hold any of her 10 grandchildren or 9 great grandchildren, her 10th is due to arrive on 8/7. Would they had called her grandma? Nana? Granny? We will never know. She would be so proud of the grand babies.
Realistically I know had she survived the stroke as severe as it was she might of been bedridden and unable to eat, drink or communicate. Medical intervention in 1983 was not promising for Cardiovascular Accident (stroke), had she not died immediately. Today there is medication that can reverse the long term effects of a CVA if It's given soon afterwards. As much as I wanted her to live it would of been more devastating for me seeing her suffer.
I just think of every moment she's missed and how we've missed her.
She's gone but not forgotten...
Ella Kay born 7/14/41 died 7/18/83
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