The Not-Forever Journey
In our younger years, when mortality is simply a word in the dictionary, we tend to think life will never end . . . that we’re invincible . . . that those close to us are so resilient, they’ll live forever.
As we age—acquire maturity and wisdom—we recognize how fragile, and quick, life truly is. We blink, and 20 years have passed. Another blink, and 40 have whizzed by like a bullet train.
My mother’s 96 years ended in perpetual sleep this week. The tears have dried now, but the sadness—emptiness—will remain for a while.
We had an oil-and-vinegar relationship. And the last many years were not easy ones for me as a caregiver for a variety of reasons but now, that is—as the saying goes—water under the bridge.
I’m glad I was there at the end, to hold her hand as she traveled from this earthly realm to an otherworldly one.
Rest in peace, Mom. May God be with you.
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I'm so sorry Tyler. Having had the wonderful pleasure of knowing your mother, I have fond memories of her sitting in the rocking chair in my living room enjoying the "Girl's Night In" parties. I also knew my little Angel was in good hands when she went to visit while I was travelling. She was loved.
Thanks kindly, TC. It will take some time to . . . adjust, for lack of a better word. When I'm at the store, I'm still thinking, "Hmm, my mom would like to have that for breakfast." Then, I realize there will be no more breakfasts. Take care. God bless.
