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Memories Of Mother… Post 41: The Belle Of The Mother’s Day Ball

14 Monday Jul 2014

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Throughout the day, there was a steady stream of visitors. Not necessarily all friends or loved ones but counsellors, and staff as well.

All of them offered comfort and support. It was good feeling to know that mother and I were not alone.

In fact, I felt very blessed.

I was able to spend time with my mother, hold her hand and give her lots of kisses.

My main priority was to see to her comfort, and the rest would fall into place.

I didn’t want to think about all that right now. It was Mother’s Day, a day to be celebrated and a day to be thankful for.

I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

After mother finished her milkshake she slept for the rest of the afternoon.

When the nurses came in to tend to mother it was just past 5:30 PM.

I took this as a cue for me to take my leave.

She needed to be bathed, changed into her nightgown, and have her personal needs attended to.

After giving Mother a hug and a kiss, I told her that I would be back to see her in the morning.

Then grabbing my Mother’s Day brunch bag I left the room.

As I watched through the door to Mother’s room, the nurses were already primping, preening and fussing over Mother like she was the Belle of the Ball.

And to me…

….that’s exactly what she was.

It was comforting to know that she was in loving hands.

Closing the door behind me, I felt grateful for such a wonderful Mother’s Day.

The first thing I did when I got back to her apartment was begin the laundry.

Next it was a matter of getting the garbage downstairs into the disposal room.

While I worked on finishing four loads of laundry I made several trips to the disposal room.

Then it was time to start making some phone calls and letting people know that Mother was in the Respite House for end of life care.

At about 8 o’clock I decided to open up my Brunch Bag and see what was for dinner.

To my delight I found a croissant, Brie cheese, strawberries, and Lindor chocolates inside.

My evening ended with an episode of BBC’s Sherlock, which was enough of a diversion from the day’s events to put me in the mood for sleep.

Tomorrow would hold new challenges and I wanted to be ready for them.

I slept very well that night.

Memories Of My Mother… Post 36: Thank You For The Rose So Sweet

10 Thursday Jul 2014

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It was about 3 o’clock in the afternoon on Mother’s Day when I found myself in the Respite House kitchen helping myself to a cup of coffee.

That was when I was approached by a volunteer.

“Have you received one of our brunch bags?” she asked me.

I asked her what ‘brunch bags’ she was referring to.

She reached into a box beside a kitchen counter and the next thing I knew was that I was being handed a medium-sized brown paper shopping bag.

Although I could not see what was inside the bag I did notice that the bag held two long-stem roses.

They were lovely and hard to miss.

One rose was white, the other yellow.

“We’re giving these to all of our mothers today for Mother’s Day,” she said as she handed the bag to me.

“How lovely,” I said as I accepted the offered brunch bag.

“Thank you!”

It was an extremely kind gesture from the Respite House. I considered this an unexpected and deeply appreciated token of goodwill.

With my brunch bag in one hand and my coffee in the other, I return to Mother’s room to find that the nurses had done a fine job of tending to her needs. They had changed her into a fresh nightgown, made the bed, and had even fluffed her pillow. A small fan in the corner kept the air cool and comfortable.

I leaned over the bed and kissed her cheek. She smelled wonderful.

Seeing that her eyes were open I held up and showed her the brown paper shopping bag.

“Look what I got,” I said with a smile.

A pleasant look of surprise came over her face. I noticed that her cheeks looked a little flushed.

I was curious as to the contents of the brunch bag. However, there was too much tissue in the way to see what was at the bottom of the bag. I would have to wait until later to see what culinary goodies awaited.

Since the volunteer had called it a brunch bag it was safe to assume that the contents included edibles of one sort or another.

Goody, I thought to myself…

Dinner!

Earlier, I had been thinking about what I would have for dinner that night. Mother’s fridge lacked fresh fruits and vegetables. The only item of interest was a jar of expired spaghetti sauce in her cupboard and a package of dried pasta.

Pass.

Maybe, I could go to the local Friendly’s or even the pizzeria. However, I knew that by the time I left the Respite House I would not have the strength nor will to go and order dinner.

Rest was most important right now.

Whatever was inside the bunch bag would be my dinner.

And thankfully so…

Problem solved.

As I put the bag down, I took out one of the roses, the yellow one, and held it out towards Mother.

She smiled at the sight of it.

As I held the rose closer to her nose, she inhaled the fragrance as deeply as she could.

She conveyed the sweetness of the rose’s fragrance with an unmistakable…

“Ahhhh… ”

Once again, I brought the flower closer to her so that she could enjoy the fragrance of a rose for a second time…

…and most likely, the very last time.

I was keenly aware that this was another Mother Daughter moment that I would remember for the rest of my life.

It was a precious moment.

It was a joyful moment.

And I instinctively knew, that this moment…

Was yet one more gift.

And there were still many more yet to come.

 

 

 

 

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