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Crystal, I more than feel alone since mom died, in some way I am. I have a huge family. They are about three hours away. When mom was alive so many of them would call her each week. Mom always talked to them on speaker phone. I would talk to them, too. When she died that all stopped. Also, my friends, even life long friends, don't call anywhere near as much. I'm not the same person that I was. I am always sad. I guess they got tired of that. I want to be who I always was for them but I can't be that right now. I can't be something that I am not.
Crystal,
I can relate to feeling alone. Though I rarely went to Mom for comfort or advise, just having her near made me feel safe and whole. Now I feel like a part of me is gone.
Bluebell
Since my mom died on 12/19/15 my tree was up I tore it down and was careless.
But I thought about it.....my mom managed to decorate every single year even though her mom died on Christmas eve and my dad on 12/14, so I memory of her my dad and grandmom I put up a tree, I was reluctant, but I though of my moms strength.
Working in my job stinks because Christmas is all around ugh!
I put a smile on and keep going. Holding in tears at the same time...
Gregory, I just saw your post. I'm so sorry about the loss of your mom. You are among a group of people who certainly understand what it's like to lose someone whom you love so much.
Thank you to everyone for listening and your kind words.
I wouldn't do Christmas decorations either, if it weren't for my daughter. Earlier a friend suggested that I try and think of something new and different to do this year, to take my mind off of it. Maybe we will go to my Aunt's for Christmas. I thought of going on a trip somewhere and being gone for the holiday, but in the end I decided it would be a waste of money just to be sad somewhere else (lol)...
Luisa, Bluebell, Theresa, et al, I can tell you on behalf of your moms that you are forgiven. That's what moms do. They love and forgive us, and then love us even more.
Reading all of the memories of your mom's last days, not being able to see her this Christmas, it all sounds so very familiar. It's odd to me how something can be so obvious to everyone else can still cause so much thought. I was almost ashamed to ask my mom's last ER doctor if mom was a candidate for Hospice. He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Of course." He told me that it would be the compassionate thing to do. It seemed to surprise him that I did not know exactly how bad off my mom was. It's just that I had seen her bounce back so many times before. Five forms of cancer over the course of 12 years. Of course I was very worried that my mom's time on earth was running out, but I wasn't as aware as her doctors were. They may have hinted around about my mom dying, but I can't remember one that just came out and said, "Your mom is dying." The Hospice administrator (who was a doctor) was a lot more blunt about it when she came to my mom's hospital room that first time. In fact, she was too blunt. I had to ask her to leave the room. Not because I was angry at her, but because I wanted for my mother to understand exactly what was going on. I did have one issue with Hospice. The hospice doctor immediately prescribed opiates. The effect that they had scared my mom. She felt out of her head. She called me one night/morning at around 3:00 am. She told me that she didn't trust the nurses or her new doctor. She wanted me to come to her room and see what kind of medication they were giving her. The truth was that I didn't know myself. I asked the doctor to stop prescribing those things. I told the doctor that I wanted to introduce those medications more slowly. Mom knew that going on Hospice meant that she was going to die, but she was afraid that they were trying to speed up the process. She was scared. Her fist day on Hospice, here at our home, I asked mom if I could give her some morphine. She said, no. Mom had very advanced COPD. I told her that it would make it easier for her to breathe. She tried it and it made her feel better. I still introduced it slowly. Mom didn't want to take the prescribed amount. By the end she would request it. She never said, "Can I have some morphine." She would just say, "Can I have a shot?" It wasn't an actual shot, but she did not want to use the word "morphine."
I have not put up any decorations and I don't think I will. My mom made Christmas wonderful. She's gone now. I have to learn how to deal with that before I can move on.
I am so sorry Luisa.
Bluebell
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