Thankful on Thanksgiving
I just read a Bonnie Hunt blog that I read on Twitter and it gave me a great idea for this week’s main blog. There won’t be a new revelation or healthy idea just a trunkful of gratefulness.
I am so grateful this Thanksgiving week for having had a mother like mine. She was there when I needed to talk and was always my best friend. She was the lady who stood behind her children no matter what sort of misdeed we had done. I have laughed many times about the rose colored glasses she perpetually wore but the more I think about it the more I appreciate that looking at life through rose colored glasses gets you much further than looking through a gray sludge of negativity.
I would not have wanted to be the person who would criticize her family. She was always your biggest fan be you her friend, sister, husband, son or daughter not to mention her many grandchildren and great grandchildren. There was nothing wrong with any one of us and she was proud to let you know all about it.
I am guessing her rosy approach to life made more than one person irritated or perhaps even made them wish her ill. However, as the recipient of her undying love and support I could not have asked for more.
Her last years were spent in a wonderful nursing home in a world marred by dementia but I have never experienced a person with dementia being so gracious, loving and happy. She put the lie to the “misery” of Alzheimer’s if indeed that is what she suffered from.
I would visit once a month and the minute I entered the doorway of her room her face would light up and she would greet me as if I was the most wonderful person she had ever known. She told me many times she couldn’t remember who I was but she knew I was someone important in her life, to which I would I agree. I was someone who loved her and I know in her dreams she loved me in return because I often heard my name come out of her mouth as she dreamed her day away. Her “dreams” were so vivid and honestly were her contact with the real world because when she was awake confusion reigned. When she would dream we were all there being naughty or nice but there being called by name and being “mothered”.
Mom died in March from complications of the flu. Pneumonia robbed her of her last breath (and by the way she had had the pneumonia vaccine) and even in the throes of life robbing fluid in her lungs she told me she wasn’t ready to die. She also laughed and said she felt like she had a demon inside her and indeed it was a demon. She died peacefully a week later in a Morphine haze with her granddaughter and daughter at her side.
Thank you Mom, thank you for being you, for taking care of all of us and making us feel we were the most special people in your life. Thank you for your smile and the way your cheeks would blush when you were happy. Most of all thank you for being my mother and teaching me how to live my life to its fullest. As it is Thanksgiving Week I just want to say I am full of gratitude and give thanks for all the days I had you in my life.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Eat healthy, drive safely and do me a favor, tell your mom you love her.
God Bless.