In the last few weeks I have been reading posts from other TPers whose loved ones have been close to death and it has felt that we were all walking the same road together, just not knowing when any of us would reach the end of it.
Well for us today we are at the end of that road. My mum passed away in her sleep early this morning. She has been so frail these last few weeks but however many times we thought she could not hold on much longer it is still a shock to realise she is gone.
How do I feel? Slightly numb if I'm honest. Relieved that her suffering is over and that there was no emergency call or need for any last minute medical intervention. So sad that her last few months were so difficult and that all our hopes for making her life better came to nothing. Glad she and my Dad are together again at last.
I have read so many moving posts from those who have faced this before me and been grateful that they could put into words what I couldn't and can't today. I'm not at all religious, but as mum was a lifelong member of her local Methodist church and we all went to Sunday school one of her favourite hymns seems to say it all for me. Especially as my maternal grandfather was a trawler skipper and she has always lived by the sea.
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last.
Well for us today we are at the end of that road. My mum passed away in her sleep early this morning. She has been so frail these last few weeks but however many times we thought she could not hold on much longer it is still a shock to realise she is gone.
How do I feel? Slightly numb if I'm honest. Relieved that her suffering is over and that there was no emergency call or need for any last minute medical intervention. So sad that her last few months were so difficult and that all our hopes for making her life better came to nothing. Glad she and my Dad are together again at last.
I have read so many moving posts from those who have faced this before me and been grateful that they could put into words what I couldn't and can't today. I'm not at all religious, but as mum was a lifelong member of her local Methodist church and we all went to Sunday school one of her favourite hymns seems to say it all for me. Especially as my maternal grandfather was a trawler skipper and she has always lived by the sea.
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last.
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