I am sitting in a big bath but wanted to record my memory of tonight and share it here.
We were watching Carry on Doctor and I was just telling Sis about my visit to Edinburgh when I noticed that Sis's eyes were staring at Mum. We'd mentioned to each other that we could hardly hear her breaths, they got shallower and shallower but we thought that was cos T had got Mum into a very comfy position on her side facing us. We were just chatting. I thought Sis had seen Mum grimace and I said "what?" But Sis said, "She closed her mouth!" Bear in mind Mum has been doing open mouth breathing 24/7 since a week ago. I leaned over and looked and Mum gave a little gasp and moved her jaw up and down as though she was trying to talk, but she wasn't looking at us, she was staring right between us and then suddenly this huge smile lit up her face as though she had seen a beautiful or precious sight. She just smiled and died. We watched her fade away and just stroked her head, Sis held her hand and we talked about who she was going to meet and could she pass on our messages. It was amazing. We sat quiet with her just enjoying the peace and serenity and after ten minutes Sis went to tell and the nurse came and rang the GP who arrived very quickly and certified death and then we rang the undertaker and the tissue bank as Mum has donated her brain to the MS society. We then went and saw Mum again and all the carers went to say bye to Mum and then we got some things from Mum's room which was hard cos she wasn't in it any more and then we drove home. Oh and T gave us a sherry each.
How do I feel? Well I had a few tears at the thought of Mum being happy and then I stopped - I know I am going to weep for my loss but right now I do feel this huge relief that my mum cannot be hurt further by that vile disease of MS or dementia.
I am elated - yes - that's the right word, that we were both there at the end because it must have been what Mum wanted despite all our doubts and if you look back I had said I was going home at 4.30 for a shower and she died at 4.25.
Also I had spent two weeks worrying that I'd be on the loo when she died and I would not have kept my promise never to leave her and I kept my promise. I am just so pleased because I would have hated not being there. Wow. I was there at the end. I kept my promise. I didn't let her down.
That smile was a tremendous gift after all the suffering and it was not directed at me but at someone or something else in that room.
I wanted to post as I know you would want to hear how it happened as soon as I could tell you.
I rang some of Mum's friends and they were sad and it was so so nice to talk to the especially E who we called the day before Mum died.
Lots of love to everyone who sustained my spirit on this amazing, harrowing, traumatic, yet uplifting, soul strengthening story. I have a powerful ally in Heaven.
My son has just called through the bathroom door:"You're stronger than me, Mum." I will have to talk to him.
Mum goes to the big hospital tomorrow to do her next job of looking after researchers trying to find a cure for these awful illnesses that we all on here have struggled with.
Love