Even to the very end – Mom got the last laugh on life. And it wasn’t over yet. Threre was more … but those are for later. For now …
Here, I’d like to share something that happened to me in the last week of her life while she was clinging to every last breath she could muster in her tattered and tired lungs. Mom was a chronic asthsma her whole life (and smoked most of it) – and when the doctor had a look at her lungs not too long earlier, he said her lungs were “just like leather”.
It must have been horrible gasping for the final hour.
Anyways, she was in the hospital on her birthday and it was looking grim; and the doc told her it probably wouldn’t be long.
All 8 of us kids took our turns saying goodbye. It was sad, and even though she never said she loved me, I knew she did. We were just too much alike.
Now, Mom was always one to throw someone off – and she did. It was one of those LMAO moments. She also had a long memory, and never let anyone get away with anything on her.
When I came into the hospital room, it was dark and shady – and incredibly alert. Mom didn’t move much and said less, but I noticed she was as sharp as a whip. Even in her last days, she recounted and whispered her adventures and shared smiles. We didn’t talk about us, or “my father”, (as she always called him).
This last day, when Mom knew I was there; and I noticed, I moved in closer to her side. She wanted to say something and reached out to pull me in. Our faces were almost close and Mom whispered decisively:
“You see, the psychic was wrong at Expo 67!”
Two days later she died.
The backstory is funny, in that, when she travelled with my sister to Montreal in 1967 in honour of Canada’s Centennial year, she went to see a psychic at the World’s Fair. The psychic told Mom at the time she wouldn’t live to see her 68th. She always held that grudge and over the years she would bring it up – and if there was anything she wanted to beat – was that damn psychic.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom
I Love You,