Befores and Afters: Part III

Written after my mother died, this post and the two prior are about the experience, honoring a promise I made to Mom to write abour our journey so others will know they’re not alone. You walk in just as the priest is about to give last rites. Your sister moves over to let you hold your…

Befores and Afters: Part II

As she begins to die, your mother tells you not to let them find her wandering the halls naked. This breaks your heart because she knows her doctor did find her naked, having fallen trying to get out of bed, several nights before. She’s now to the point where she knows that her lucidity sometimes fades,…

Befores and Afters

My mother died two years ago, almost to the day. It’s time to begin to tell that story, which will probably take several posts. I hope my sharing helps some of you going through similar experiences. The death of a parent changes you in a can’t-go-back kind of way. It changes you whether you let…

The changing of the guard

My thoughts are swirling after spending a day in my childhood home, which is now about to become someone else’s childhood home. My sisters and I spent a day going through the last bits of the life my parents had made. Not technically “the” life, of course. That life died with my parents. But, the…

Prepare for takeoff

I bought a flying pig today. A glittery, green flying pig. I’ve just hung this little gal on my Christmas tree as a dangling reminder that we all must coexist peacefully with the unexpected, the inexplicable and the improbable. Two years ago, if you would have told my younger self that she would be without…