Today my mother passed away after a few months of being ill. She was my caregiver before and after my AN surgery. She did it without any complaints.
She made six months of pure hell much easier. Although I hadn't fully recovered when she got sick, I was well enough to be able to return the favor.
It was a year ago last month that I came to visit my family, got sick, and ended up living with my mom for the last year of her life.
Before I left the hospital last night, I gave her a kiss and made a little joke that made chuckle and make a little comment of her own.
This morning they told us she had at most 10 days to live. I went to the hospital and planned on giving her a little message but she was heavily sedated
and she never regained consciousness.
I wanted to tell her that the last thing she did as a mother was to take care of one of her children while he was going through the most difficult experience of his life.
She didn't do it because she thought she had to do it, it was just a natural thing for her. And her son is going to be ok one day and that she should be very
proud of herself.
I never got to tell her that but somehow, I think she knows.