My mother died this morning.
Jan. 14th, 2006 20:36I'm not really ready to write about this, though I want to just for the catharsis of it, because I need to get the facts down before my foggy synapses lose the memories. The quick facts, then, and to bed. After a day spent toolin' all over south-Eastern Nebraska, I'm pooped. No, more than pooped. Fucked-up-exhausted.
My mother died this morning at 12:43. I, my wife
mljm, and my sister Kathy were with her when she went. I have never been present at the moment another person dies, and it was a profound experience that has changed something in me that I cannot yet articulate or indeed even identify.
The funeral is Friday, but I don't feel a need for it. I have all the closure I could possibly want: I stroked her hair as the nerve endings in her neck and left shoulder fired off their last remaining energy; as the blood, lacking any pressure to keep it moving, drained from her face; as my mother went from living human to empty vessel, used up and drained at last of its animus.
Ceremony? It'll be for everyone else: I saw the lady off on her trip.
This was right; proper. A perfectly correct thing to happen. There is nothing left undone, the wheel has completed its turning. Rejoice with me, friends.
Martha Jane is home now, and God bless it.
My mother died this morning at 12:43. I, my wife
The funeral is Friday, but I don't feel a need for it. I have all the closure I could possibly want: I stroked her hair as the nerve endings in her neck and left shoulder fired off their last remaining energy; as the blood, lacking any pressure to keep it moving, drained from her face; as my mother went from living human to empty vessel, used up and drained at last of its animus.
Ceremony? It'll be for everyone else: I saw the lady off on her trip.
This was right; proper. A perfectly correct thing to happen. There is nothing left undone, the wheel has completed its turning. Rejoice with me, friends.
Martha Jane is home now, and God bless it.
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Date: 2006-01-15 06:56 (UTC)You have seen the door to the universe open. It is indeed a profound and life changing experience. At least it certainly was in my case as well.
As is meet.
D.
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Date: 2006-01-15 08:05 (UTC)One minute there is life, however fragile, and the next, not. I've been witness to the process both clinically and personally with family. The wheel does keep turning, which is a very strange and uncomfortable place for some, may it be cleansing and healing for you and your family. Let me know if I can help in any way.
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Date: 2006-01-15 15:52 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-15 18:24 (UTC)You are in my heart.
Love you....
Date: 2006-01-18 16:41 (UTC)In the Summerland the winds are not cold and bitter....
I will finally rest and have no pain
and one day....
Who knows? My heart and thoughts are with you.
Catching up...
Date: 2006-01-18 19:20 (UTC)I rejoice with you at the same time as my heart aches for you.
And now I think I'll have to journal that bit while it's on my mind; not what I was intending but it needs doing.
I'll be thinking about you...