Today, my strong, smart, funny and caring mother passed away. She had just turned 70 years old and fought hard until the very end.
These past few days and weeks have been so hard, but it really is amazing what a family can endure. Although her body was diminished by years of fighting cancer, her mind was sharp until the end and for that I am thankful. I’m also thankful to have been by her side with my brothers and to have been able to ease the burden for my dad. I’m thankful that my kids will remember her as Omi; the Omi who read stories and planted gardens and didn’t like riding in Gondolas. I’m thankful for the extraordinary care she received; her doctors, nurses and therapists couldn’t be kinder, more caring people. Without them, we’d have been lost and this fight would have ended long ago.
In my minds eye, I don’t see Mum as she was these last few days. Rather, I will remember her as someone who loved being in her garden, reading, her friends, her family. Who was opinionated and very, very strong willed and who occasionally scared my friends. Who loved her grandchildren and all their silly antics. She was so proud of all of us.
She isn’t suffering anymore and I’m sure that wherever she is, it’s most likely by a beach, enjoying a cigarette, a scotch and the sun.