I’ll never
forget my mother’s heart surgeon telling her there was nothing else they could
do for her. We knew then it was the beginning. She and I would talk about
dying, questions like, does everyone get to a point that they know they are
ready? Do I think she will get to see her father?
We had many times this past year when we
thought we would have to say goodbye. But she kept fighting. She wasn’t ready.
She had more living to do. One thing she told me she wanted to do was see her
great-grandchildren. In this picture you see the first time she got to meet her
first great granddaughter, Claire.
Even though
I wasn’t ready for her to go, in the end she made it very clear that she was.
That comforts me so much to know she found out the answer to that question. As
far as finding out if she will get to see her father, I can only believe she is
with him now and I myself will learn the answer to that question one day.
I’ve heard
people say to me recently, “She lives on in your heart.” My first reaction is
to say so what, I don’t want her to live on there, I want her right here in the
flesh. What good does living in my heart do? But I know in the days to come this
will be what keeps me moving, going, living, growing.” Amongst many things in
my heart will be what I learned from my mother.
I learned
how to be a mother. I learned that the will to live is a powerful thing. That
no matter how poor you are you can always be clean. To never buy clothing full
price, always wait for it to go on sale. I learned how to fold fitted bed
sheets, make a bed with hospital corners and keep a clean house. To always wear
clothes that have been ironed. I learned that I am not a wonderful cook like my
mother so marry someone who is. I learned how to make oxtail soup. I learned
that how we treat people and what we do is more important than how we look, as
she said, pretty is as pretty does. I learned that you can love your children
equally. That you do anything for your family. I learned that being sick does
not stop you. That if you truly want something you will do what it takes to
achieve it. I learned not to whine. I learned that we don’t need religion to
lead a spiritual life. I learned that there is no reason to apologize for being
a strong willed, opinionated, fierce woman in this society. I learned how to be
a Lauchstaedt woman. That you never hate people, only the devil hates. I
learned that even though it is not cool, holding your mom’s hand while walking
through the mall as a teenager is nice. To always have a good book to read. I
learned that death can be a beautiful thing and you don’t have to say goodbye.
I learned that everything is alright, as she told me that last night alles ist
gut.
Oh my......each post hits deeper, Christine. My mother chose the day she died. She asked me if I thought God was ready for her....I told her I was sure God knew her name and would call her. She had to decide if she wanted to go back on a ventilator or die. She picked death. My mom didn't even come close to being like your mom, but her love of family ran deep. Had I known your mom I'm sure I would have been a better person.
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