Mom died today (9/14, but as usual, I haven’t gone to bed yet).
It’s sad, but also a relief. She had dementia for most of the past decade. Dad and I had been looking after her at home. Her death was less traumatic than uncertain. Since neither of us had ever seen someone die before, we thought she was, but weren’t sure. We called our healthcare service, and (semi-related to DT) the first person to come to our door was a policeman, who quickly confirmed her death, and we were grateful to him.
Her demeaner had been sweet and uncomplaining, so most of the time, looking after her hadn’t been that hard. We’re glad she died at home, tended to by 2 of the people who loved her the most. He final decline was fairly rapid, so it didn’t seem like she suffered that much, and we’re glad of that as well. For the rest of the day I’ve been alternately calm and tearful.
Mom died today (9/14, but as usual, I haven’t gone to bed yet).
It’s sad, but also a relief. She had dementia for most of the past decade. Dad and I had been looking after her at home. Her death was less traumatic than uncertain. Since neither of us had ever seen someone die before, we thought she was, but weren’t sure. We called our healthcare service, and (semi-related to DT) the first person to come to our door was a policeman, who quickly confirmed her death, and we were grateful to him.
Her demeaner had been sweet and uncomplaining, so most of the time, looking after her hadn’t been that hard. We’re glad she died at home, tended to by 2 of the people who loved her the most. He final decline was fairly rapid, so it didn’t seem like she suffered that much, and we’re glad of that as well. For the rest of the day I’ve been alternately calm and tearful.
I know I’m going to miss looking after her.