My sister and I finished cleaning out mom’s condo on Thanksgiving weekend. We thought we had taken care of most things on the previous visit, but as any of you who have ever moved know, there was way more to deal with than we originally anticipated. At the end of the weekend, we arranged to… Continue reading An Eternity and a Blink
Dear Mama White, You’ve been gone a little over three months now. Everyone told me things would get easier. Maybe that is something that will come later on. For now, it feels as though every day gets harder still. I remain so, so, so tired. Relief has yet to show up in any capacity at all. I am physically… Continue reading Motherless Days
We’re a little over a month out from mom’s death. I had planned on writing something on the exact anniversary of her passing- March 7th- but I was too bogged down in sadness to squeeze any blood (words) from that turnip (my brain). In fact, lately a lot of my planning has not worked out… Continue reading The World Spins Madly On
Mom passed away on February 7th. Everyone has been listing her time of death as 4:08pm but it was actually closer to 4:12 pm. I don’t know why I need to clarify that, but those last four minutes mattered. We were there. I was holding her hand. I still remember the wet faces of my… Continue reading epilogue
Mom has been in a semi-comatose state ever since Wednesday evening. She’s at home, in bed, (mostly) peacefully resting. Mostly unconscious and unresponsive. Dying, in other words. It’s something we all knew was coming. Especially during this last month, when her decline suddenly surged from a slow and steady deterioration to noticeable changes with every visit. The last… Continue reading Waiting To Die.
Moving someone with brain cancer requires packing most things at the last possible minute so the Cancer Patient doesn’t get too disorientated. No matter how long you try to delay the packing, be aware that the Brain Cancer Patient will begin looking for their belongings immediately once they’ve been boxed up, no matter how many times they… Continue reading Notes on Moving Someone with Brain Cancer (for the second time in three months)
When I was a little girl, I would sit on my parents’ bed and watch my mother go through her ritual of getting dressed in the morning. She was the type of woman who put a lot of care and effort into what she looked like. I was raised thinking you should always be on a diet and you should always take at least… Continue reading Appearances