Love cannot be forced,
love cannot be coaxed and teased.
It comes out of Heaven,
unasked and unsought.
Pearl Sydenstricker Buck
One Saturday, this past April I went to an auction with My Hero and Dios. It was a farm auction where I met many farmers, and captured many wonderful moments with my camera. I wrote three stories that day and was excited about getting them out of my journal to share. We stopped at a little café in Madoc called CJ’S Diner and had a great late lunch. It was a perfect day. A typical day of doing what we love to do in our world before that busy farm season begun.
After getting home the boys were reliving the moments from the farm auction around the kitchen table, and I was talking to my daughter on the phone. My telling her about the stories I had gathered, and my listening to her stories about her day. That’s was when my call waiting beeped, it was my sister. Our world changed.
I had to tell my daughter that her grandmother had taken a “turn for the worse”. I had always heard that saying on TV, never knowing what it really meant, but I now understood that it was not what I ever wanted to hear as far as my mother was concerned. I hung up that phone, grabbed my keys and my cell phone and raced to the nursing home, where we had moved my mother, less than one month before.
My brother and his son were already there. I threw everything down and curled up with my Mom. I put my arm over her just like I had always done. I started whispering stories in her ear and reassuring her that it was going to be alright. I sang a few songs in her ear, those songs she loved to hear. Those songs that always stir those good memories, the ones that had always soothed both of us; Now, once again soothing me, and I hoped soothed her. She was peaceful. My sisters arrived soon after and we took turns curling up with Mom. Every one of us telling her those soothing things we each had all shared every time we had that alone time with her, those special things.
The staff at the nursing home was so very caring making this “Turn for the worse” easier for all of us especially my Mom. Later that night and into the early morning of the Sunday two more grandchildren arrived. There was much texting going on between everyone in that room, and those loved ones who wanted to be there but could not. Mom was surrounded by love, physical and electronically. I could feel all that love in the room and I know Mom did too.
There was no pain, and with a room full of love and support our Mom slipped away to join our Dad, our brother and others she had not seen in a very long time. I have no regrets with the way it all happened. Mom was never left alone even for a minute. That was the way she had always hoped the end of this journey would be.
We will all keep singing those songs, telling those stories and keeping that love alive. Mom would not have wanted anything less. I have a feeling, she is still sharing her songs and stories as well.
Happy Mothers Day to all those wonderful caring Mothers out there. Love you Mom.