Posts Tagged ‘Grief’

Time Moves Differently in Grieving

I wish there was some way to explain to people not traveling this road of grief how time moves differently here. Yes, it has been months since Mom passed/moved on/left/died. Believe me, I am well aware of that painful fact. And okay, sure you have had a loved one pass/move on/leave/die but your journey is…

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Tell Us: What Hurts Your Heart?

The heart hurts during caregiving. Today, I’d love to know what hurts your heart. Your heart may ache because of family members, a disease process, the holidays, the long days, the short life. In our comments section, below, please tell us what hurts your heart today. 0

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G’night Dad, Sweet Dreams

Dad passed away just before midnight on Monday, November 5th. Days before, he had told me, “You know, 93 is right on the brink, but 94? You might as well pack your bags.” He didn’t feel “peachy keen” anymore, though he still often said he did. He confessed to me one day that he felt…

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Just Because

There was an article in my local newspaper about a woman named Rosemarie who had lost her mother. She shared a photo that was close to her heart with  the reporter of the Post Tribune in Valparaiso Indiana. The photo showed her hand clutching the hand of her mother who had passed on March 7,…

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First You’re Up, Then You’re Down – The Paperwork Continues

In the oh-so-long litany of paperwork and assorted B.S. isn’t it “funny” how as soon as something good happens, something else rears its ugly head to burst your bubble? On the it’s-about-time-something-went-right front, Medicaid paid off the care facility. That was a surprise. I received a statement last weekend that showed a “transaction reversal” line…

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Taking Mama Home

It’s taken me over a month to get together enough to write. I drove Mama home to be buried Labor Day weekend. Just the two of us. Me driving, her in a white box in the back seat. I talked to her the whole way, pointed out things in the scenery. Stayed in a horrible…

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Podcast: Learning To Say Good-Bye

I did not have the luxury of saying good-bye to my dad.  He was brought to the emergency room and within 1/2 hour was intubated because of pneumonia.  Two weeks later, he was taken off the ventilator after it became clear that he was never going to breathe by himself any longer.  He would not…

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When Do The Logistics End So The Mourning Can Begin?

I am still dealing with paperwork. Over two months since Mom died and I am still dealing with paperwork. Signing forms, filling out this and that. Trying to close up things. I haven’t even started sorting through her clothes, the odds and ends in her room and everything of hers in the basement. I also…

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Who To Lean On

It will be two months tomorrow. Two. Months. Everyday I am a wreck. Every morning I’m in tears. I wake up, say the Rosary and cry. Sometimes it’s all I can do to get home from work before the tears kick in. As noted before in an update, I have no motivation to do anything.…

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A Fleeting Glimpse, A Lasting Loss

Through the magic of Ancestry.com, last weekend, my 91-year-old mom who has dementia was reunited with her 82-year-old first cousin Sam who she hadn’t seen in over 70 years.  My mother’s father and Sam’s father were brothers. Because of mysterious reasons, they drifted apart and therefore, the cousins lost touch. Sam is a loving, lively…

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The Shredder

The other day, I was off to the storage locker to look for some documents (that shouldn’t have ended up there in the first place) and asked Thom for the keys. I happened to know that he kept them in his car. He confirmed.  “Are these the only keys we have?” I ask. His response?…

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Sorry Dad, I Need To Be The Bad Guy

I still remember the call from my mother. “Your dad was in another accident.” This time, while trying to park, he overshot the space, went over a curb and the car landed in a ditch.   Someone in a nearby store called the police and they came and helped him out of the car and drove…

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