It was 25 years ago today that my mom died. It was a miserable summer, started by the news of my mom's massive headaches,marked by many visits to the hospital,conferences with doctors.She had an inoperable brain tumor. Much stress watching my Dad helplessly seeing her endure operations,treatments,and then lapsing into a coma.
By the time I had permanently moved to Connecticut to be with the family, my Mom was in the deepest sleep.No one knew what to do.
The Police song "Every Breath You Take" was played constantly on the radio and MTV. To this day I can't hear it without thinking about her. Just when we made the decision to move her to Hospice,she died overnight.I remember my Dad waking me at 5 AM with,"Marc wake up, your Mom is gone."
The funeral and wake were a blur-I cried while my brothers held back their tears.There was a procession to the cemetery of about 75 cars,she was well known in West Haven.
Afterwards we all just drank. My birthday came and went with little celebration.
Of course the grief has slowly subsided but there is never a day that I don't think about her. She was only 57, and her passing created a hole in our family that we never recovered from.
She always said that she was going to hell on a hot rail. I hope she ended up in a better place.
I still miss you Mom.
2 comments:
Very nicely written. Your mom must have been proud of you. No matter how old one grows, losing a parent still makes one feel like an orphan...
I can't believe its been 25 years.We all miss her
Chris B
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