In the previous post, I shared my plans for a week set aside for myself and my own inner work. As it turned out, it was a good thing that my week had so much maneuvering room. My 96 year old mother, frail, but still very much her proud, dignified self, released from her worn out body and went to dance in spirit on December 27, 2011. The days from December 24 to her funeral service December 31 were jammed packed with emotion, phone calls, arrangements, responsibilities, and all those little details that we somehow manage to get through. Not what I had planned for the week by any means, but oh so beautiful in its own way. We were able to bless, honor, and love this amazing woman.
For the last 8 months of her life, my mother lived near me in a nursing home. Our family was blessed with an extraordinary bunch of women and men who included their hearts in their workday and gave us all peace of mind and peace of heart. Being a caregiver is not an easy role by any means, but after witnessing the care my mother received these last eight months at the Welsh Home, I offer this list of gratitudes to them and all caregivers:
Thank you for having the heart to see my mother as a whole person.
Thank you for encouraging my mother to come out of her room and join life.
Thank you for trying to find solutions to any medical problems and then accepting our decision.
Thank you for assisting her body with dignity.
Thank you for calling to her, waving to her, grasping her outstretched hand, and seeing her as an individual.
Thank you for welcoming her family, our frequent and sometimes intrusive presence, and our requests.
Thank you for comforting her and sitting with her when fear came to visit.
Thank you for honoring my mother’s spirit even when she went against the ‘rules’ or wanted something her way.
Thank you for telling me your stories about my mother.
I deeply appreciate your dedication, your spirit and the respect you show the people in your work life.