Two years ago today my mother fell, one month later to the day, she was gone. Each moment, frozen in memory, two points of time, forever etched into my mind. A month filled with some of the most heartbreaking and most preciously poignant moments of my life.
I can still see the endless hospital corridors stretching before me as each morning I would come to sit with her at St. Vincent’s in the last days. I remember everything about the rooms, I remember the kindness of the nurses, the kindness of the many friends who reached out to offer comfort and support. I remember sleepless nights and the panic of failed hopes for hospice, and then the huge sigh of relief as St. Vincent’s suggested their Comfort Care program, allowing my mother to pass in quiet dignity and peace.
I still see her tears, her laughter, her fear, her courage. I hear her words of love, whispered at the very end, and instead of my heart breaking, I feel wrapped in her infinite embrace. She left handprints on my heart, indelible. A more precious gift I cannot imagine.