Probably not the expected kind of post.
I had a family member pass away today.
She has struggled with a chronic illness which has left her in a lot of pain both physically and emotionally.
She signed a 'DNACPR' form a few days ago, which I always assumed was a bit of an American thing. Anyway, it all came to a close today.
I'm happy because she's no longer in pain, and no longer feels the burden on her family. Sounds odd to be happy about it, but it's better than the past year or so has been, and her children have closure and can move on. I think they're quite 'happy'
It is still a traumatic experience though and I wish you well. Takes time to adjust to the new reality.
So often death is a happy release from illness.
My mum nursed our dad through six months of cancer until he died in 1999. She did all her grieving in this time and was relieved and happy when it was all over. You could really feel the joy in her mood the morning after he died, peacefully in a hospice, with her holding his hand.
When mum had a sudden heart attack after seven years of dimentia, having got to a point where she did not understand how to eat or drink, we were equally relieved and happy that her suffering was over.
You care for them enough to let them go happy that the memories remain.
On a brighter note, life has a way of biting you on the bum.
A month after dad died, I picked up a new client, a company dad had worked for many many years ago. I made an appointment and turned up to find one of dad's old cars proudly displayed in the centre of the showroom. "Bugger" I thought, took a walk round the block, composed myself and carried on. You couldn't make it up.
