Well it has been an intense time down under for the shams. I have been in Brisbane with Dad. Mum did not make it home from the hospital this time. We had the unspeakably heartbreaking time of supporting Dad and each other as we directed the doctors to stop treatment and manage pain relief until less than 48 hours later Mum passed away. The pain she went through while they were treating her (treatments which weren't working) was so distressing to see. She kept pulling at her canulas, crying out as a particular antibiotics were administered and itching all over most of the time. In the end her kidneys failed and then the morphine worsened her respiration and her heart stopped. It was about 5.30am on Sunday the 7th September. At that time I was lying in bed looking out at the sunshine, listening to Ave Maria and saying a prayer for Mum so in hind sight I a pretty sure she came by to give us a wave.
We met some wonderful people during that time. I'll never forget their kindness and the love and care my father gave to Mum too - his incredible strength as he lost woman he had loved for 50 years. He had some very definite ideas about saying goodbye once she had gone - lovely sad farewells that will go on until he joins her one day (hopefully not for many many years!).
I am back in Sydney and the pain is raw. Still I give thanks for all the wonderful memories and the love and other gifts my mother bestowed upon us all with selfless generosity. May her soul rest in peace. Amen.