My article about the June 18, 2019 Corey Hart concert, a long-awaited sensation to grace Winnipeg, Manitoba exactly a year ago, revealed that my dear Mom had serious pneumonia that night. I trusted that the rare concert would soothe my terrified soul and that my Mom would survive. I lived in gratitude thereafter. Every time I saw my Mom in and out of the hospital: I told her she was an answered prayer and she loved it.
She worked through temporarily low immobility and energy, which doctors took a perplexing long while to identify as mini-strokes. Hospital stays from unit to unit, as she got better and went home, had the positive result of visits every week, privately. A Daughter and her Mom need time alone to talk about whatever they like. My Mom was formidably strong but mini-strokes persisted. She ascended to Heaven on January 3, 2020.
I wondered how to announce this. We had Christmas together, December 30 too, and I greeted New Year’s Day 2020 with my dear Mom as well. I live out of town and cherished each occasion to be bolstered by all her love and preparedness that I needed. I would return on January 3 if there was time. Waiting for Ron to get home from work, something made me say aloud that afternoon, what I planned to tell my Mom. I spoke to her soul to soul: that I understood that despite the change in energy, she would still be completely HERSELF. If her body had had enough, it was okay to go without me being there. She did: that hour.
Father’s Day gave me an idea of the writing approach to take. Ron & I hosted it for my Dad, Uncle, and cousin. The elder brothers are recent widowers and my cousin, brothers, and I are missing our Moms. I have no reason to be sad on Father’s Day. However, I am finally sharing the major news about my Mom, by saying that on Mother’s Day too, I was okay.
The family came over to spend that day with me as well, which made it easy. But we have a very good Mom, who taught us that bodies are like outgrown clothes we shed. We exist as much as ever and are still available to each other; even if we can’t see them. I have such a sense of my Mom being here, that I have cried little and constantly feel like I am about to phone her, or like she is about to phone me. I am comforted by the very strong awareness that my Mom is only slightly out of sound and sight: like a baby secure in her crib, knowing her parents are on-hand.
I am sorry she only lived to age 75 and wish the answered prayer had granted more than 7 months of grace but I used them in gratitude entirely. I notice a lot of people ascend to the next chapter in January. It allows healing and time to get used to a big change, before Christmas and our birthdays arrive again. I think loved-ones in Heaven are relieved we take their transition as well as possible, so they enjoy the reunions and wonders there, with pets and other loved-ones. If sad, it helps to think: “I wouldn’t want to ruin her good time, worrying about me”. Calmness returns.
I did dream that my Mom phoned me recently, after I had needed her. Thank you for that: I heard you and appreciate the reassurance!