Felicity had cancer and was in hospital. Dying. She was in America. Her daughter was with her. Her son, who lived in Australia, was coming over.
For two weeks her son stayed and visited every day. Then he had to go back to Australia because of family and work commitments. He came to say goodbye. He left for Australia.
O the grief… Felicity… how she wished she was dead. How she wished she was dead.
To listen to the story being read click HERE!
You hit the nail on the head with regard to dying parents and children, but Felicity will soon get her wish!
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True!
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The twin tyrannies of distance and destiny are brought home to us in this wee tale.
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Indeed – I had pre-booked to return to New Zealand 2 days after I got the phone call that mum had died…
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I’ll wager the myth of the ideal deathbed scene….all the family gathered lovingly around to witness the final moments of passing….happens mostly in the movies, and in the imagery of newspaper obituaries.
A friend of mine, member of a large family of siblings who had busy lives but wanted to make sure Mum “wouldn’t die alone,” …this friend was taking her turn at the vigil in the hospital—cell phone ready to notify the others immediately if they needed to come—-and decided, as her mother slept peacefully, to step out for a pee. While she was away from the bedside, in only a matter of minutes, her mother died.
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For my father we were all there except for one sister who was “on the way” – she phoned exactly at the moment of death. Her car had broken down!
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I may as well stop rehearsing my sweet, suffering in semi-silence dying mother, I guess.
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Love the new Gravatar!!
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Thank you. The other one was taken five years ago when I was young….in fact, your age….so it was time for an update, I guess. 🙂
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It’s strange how a new photo – aged or not – conveys something – no matter how little about the person. You seem to have a more mellow loveliness!!!!!
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Bruce Almighty, isn’t this a new photo of you, also? You and Cynthia both project warmth in your images.
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It’s by association with you, Yvonne…we’re learning to be warm and fuzzy!
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Sort of like kittens?
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I hadn’t thought of it that way…but sure!
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Ditto to Cynthia’s warm and fuzzy – no need to wear glasses and become a spectacle.
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The hard edges of the world do seem to soften when I take off my glasses….
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In the end it’s always just us and whatever waits on the other side. Her wish will be granted.
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Yes – in the end there’s really little left in the end except “family”.
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This the way it seems to be. I feel like this as I may have to step on a plane at any time if something happens to my parents. I had to do it several times in the past.
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It was the thing I always dreaded – and in the end was quite different from what I thought it would be…
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Most poignant
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Your stories like this have a way of tugging at our subconscious memories.
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Yes – the stories probably have to come from “somewhere”!
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The stories are everywhere… sadly to say.
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