“Don’t complicate the present by reviewing the past or dreading the future.” These are the poignant words I stumbled upon on my mother’s 86th birthday.
Mom is struggling physically and mentally. As a result, I’m struggling emotionally. She’s slipping away and I’m grasping at her life while trying to manage her pain and mine.
At a time like this, it’s hard to fend off regret about misguided choices, love withheld, and missed opportunities. Melancholy tempts me, reeling me in with sweet or sour memories, showing me a future without a mother and a present in which there’s no way to capture time.
Mom’s memory is fading. People and stories are new to her every 30 seconds. She may not recall my name, but she smiles when I enter the room – a recognition that I am someone she enjoys. Following her lead, I paste a smile on my face, pretending that all is well until I can see that it actually is.
Without an anxious mind to highlight what’s wrong, Mom is more content – almost gleeful and childlike. Conversation, though repetitive, is lighthearted and devoid of expectation or innuendo. This version of Mom is delightful if I choose to look with fresh eyes.
My work is to accept that I’ve lost the mother I knew. Even though it’s been decades since I felt I needed a mother, the idea of being parentless strikes my sense of stability. Grief begins its journey and invites me to acknowledge where healing is needed. Pain shows me where I’m holding back.
Heaven is rolling out its red carpet slowly, allowing Mom’s fans the opportunity to admire her as she walks toward the grand ceremony of transition. One day or night, her name will be called and she will receive the award of freedom from a tortured body. She has suffered to be sure, ever-stoic in the face of pain and loss.
Will I be able to cheer for her when I know I’m losing all but the re-runs of her in my mind? Is it possible for me to honor my grief without dishonoring her glory? Can I truly let her go in peace?
This end-of-life process is a beautiful gift in ugly wrapping. It takes courage to open it and reveal its contents. When we do, we may be surprised to discover the loving message within.
Gratitude reveals that it is a privilege to have an in-kind opportunity to support the person who has supported me since before my first breath. Perhaps this is the simple point of living – to care for each other throughout our shared journey back to Love.