Went to visit my mom. She’s going through a rough patch. When we arrived her beau was sleeping. She woke him and he made his way to the dinning room. The poor man... It broke my heart to see him like this. He’s lost so much weight, and above all, he’s yellow. Completely yellow. What do you say to someone, who’s yellow from head to toe, so frail that he can barely stand on his own, that he’s looking well? I don’t think so. I said: “you looked tan”. Yeah, talk about foot-in-mouth moment. It made him laugh, at least.
I went there with the idea to talk to him, to thank him for having been there and caring for my mother for the last nine years. Within five minutes with us, he made his way to the bathroom and once he came out he went back to bed.
It’s sad to see, and even sadder when I hear him say things like “once I get better”… he won’t… My mother knows it, we know it, and he does to but somehow hope is still present. We all know we’re dying, each day we live is a day closer to our death, but we don’t know how close the end is. He knows. He’s a good man, and I hate to see him suffer… Mrs. D. is doing more than just lurking, she has a good foot in the door, and I can only anticipate some hard times ahead for my mother.
Being an only child sucks at times like these, no one to spread the load with.
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Many years ago my Step-Grandfather got pancreatic cancer. He lived about 3 hours away, and we packed up the family and drove up to see him. I don't recall the details of what was going on in my life at the time, but I do know that it would be the last time I would see him alive, and I knew that at the time. So did he. He was a proud man, and nobody really talked about what was going on, and when it came time to leave I was stuck for what to say. See you later just didn't seem right, and all the other wonderfully heartwarming speeches you see in movies just wouldn't come, either. Instead I just gave him a big hug, which was probably the first time (he never was a hugger) and, it turned out, the last. He died a couple of weeks later. Dealing with death is easy. It's dealing with the dying that is hardest on everyone. You want to hope, but you also berate yourself for wishing a swift end to a person's suffering. It's no good all around, and I wish I could give you a hug and tell you it'll be alright.
I'm so sorry for what you're all going through.
Big Hugs, my friend...
ATM
I'm so sorry! All you can do is try to make the remaining time as happy as possible. Good luck.
Wish there was something I could say to make things better for you. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
{{{HUGE HUGS}}}}
Say what you need to. Now is the time to tell him everything that you need to say to him. Don't wait! I've lost enough loved ones to know that all that is left unsaid, weighs you down after they are gone.
Be there for your mom. She's so lucky to have you!
I'll be your cyber sister and I will be there to support you through this tough time.
Big huge, sister-like, hugs!!
Sending hugs your way, it's so hard I'm sure. I'm sorry for your mom too.
Big hugs to you and your mom and her beau.
I'm so sorry that he's not doing well. Marius is right; death is not hard, but dying is. I'm glad your mom has you to help her through it, but don't forget to take care of yourself too.
marius: I'll take a virtual hug, I need all the hugs I can get, thank you.
atm: Thank you.
pppaws: Thanks.
annake: Thanks dear.
traceyt: Thanks for the "sister" offer and hugs, you're sweet.
noble pig: Sure isn't easy, thanks.
lizgwiz: Thanks Liz
flurrious: Thanks, I apprecaite it.
it is hard to watch people we care about suffer. Sending good thoughts for you and your family into the universe.
My thoughts are with you
*hugs*
I am sending warm thoughts and comforting hugs your way. It's a tough thing to go through.
princess: Thanks, it is hard...
pigeon: Thank you my feathered friend.
periwinkle: Thanks dear.
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