Last Monday, 9 December, my lovely Mum died, quite suddenly, but peacefully in her bed at her care home.
We had spent a lovely afternoon together on the Sunday, I gave her a pedicure, massaged her arms and legs with moisturiser and we listened to Christmas music. She was happy but tired. Earlier that day she had not wanted to get up for breakfast, but the carers got her up for lunch and she enjoyed roast beef and later some crumble. Having gone to bed early (as usual) after a light supper, she had slept well but again did not want to get up on Monday as she was tired. When the carers checked on her around 11am, she went a purple colour and passed away.
I am so glad that she passed peacefully without pain or distress and she was not alone. Especially glad that she still knew who I was. For quite a few weeks now she had been saying that she wanted to die, she had lived too long and should not be here. Her dementia was quite severe and recently it had become too much for her to go on any outings. She knew there was something wrong with her and it worried her. The pleasure had gone out of her life and I found myself agreeing with her that it probably was time for her to go. However, it was still a shock to get that phone call.
It is sad, but she had a good death, if there is such a thing. She has now been released from this dreadful disease.
We had spent a lovely afternoon together on the Sunday, I gave her a pedicure, massaged her arms and legs with moisturiser and we listened to Christmas music. She was happy but tired. Earlier that day she had not wanted to get up for breakfast, but the carers got her up for lunch and she enjoyed roast beef and later some crumble. Having gone to bed early (as usual) after a light supper, she had slept well but again did not want to get up on Monday as she was tired. When the carers checked on her around 11am, she went a purple colour and passed away.
I am so glad that she passed peacefully without pain or distress and she was not alone. Especially glad that she still knew who I was. For quite a few weeks now she had been saying that she wanted to die, she had lived too long and should not be here. Her dementia was quite severe and recently it had become too much for her to go on any outings. She knew there was something wrong with her and it worried her. The pleasure had gone out of her life and I found myself agreeing with her that it probably was time for her to go. However, it was still a shock to get that phone call.
It is sad, but she had a good death, if there is such a thing. She has now been released from this dreadful disease.
