It's a few weeks from the 32nd anniversary on my Mom's death. 32 years without her. I was 12 years old when she passed away unexpectedly, and I seen her die. My memory is quite clear on her death and the days leading up to the funeral, her funeral. There's some things in this life you can't forget, although easier I can't forget. She didn't die in a horrific accident, a silent killer stole her from us. Cerebral vascular Accident , a stroke. One stroke so horrible, that she died instantly. One stroke! After seeing my own mom die from a stroke and witnessing the devastation of others from CVA when I worked in Nursing, I'm always reminded of what her quality of life might have been if she survived.
Don't get me wrong I would have loved to grow up with a mom but I also know she would of required continuous care . Perhaps being fed through a Tube and unable to speak. I would have hated seeing her beautiful brown eyes and knowing the helplessness behind them. 20 years after her death some drugs were developed to reverse some of the damage from a stroke if administered less than an hour after a stroke. These drugs may not have saved her because of the severity. I'm constantly reminded how unfair her death was to all of us. She was barely 42 years, a young wife and mother .Her Dad outlived her by almost 20 years. Her children were ages 18, 15, 14 and 12 when she died.
When I hear Alan Jackson's song "Sissy's Song" I am reminded of my mom. The song is about anger felt when losing a young wife and mother but hoping she flew up with Angels to Heaven. My mom was a devout Christian and can imagine her walking with Jesus. I can see her waiting for her babies to rejoin her one day.
Recently my Aunt experienced a stroke, so devastating no amount of medical treatment will return her to normal. Unless a miracle occurs I honestly have very little hope. She has been unresponsive for over a week but is showing signs of permanent brain damage. My cousin who is a RN , has some hope her mom might recover. She's optimistic and letting her Dad hope. Without Hope what is there? Faith , believing in God and Trust.
My mom's younger brother is hoping for his wife's recovery. Hoping and praying for a miracle. My Aunt's dedication to my uncle is surreal and vice versa. They were teenagers when they met close to 50 years ago. A love that is perfect and true. Their devotion to each other is something we all strive for but very few achieve. Their children and grandchildren are their world, devoting their time to them since retirement. My Aunt is the strength and now her kids need to be strong .