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Comment by Mary. Jane on February 23, 2020 at 1:55pm

Time of death..1:52 pm central time..11:52 PST..right now. I took his picture out to my porch, had a cigarette, and showed him the trees outside. I was kind of Hoping I would have had some sort of visit, or something..but I don,t think he’s here anymore.

RIP, Bob. I will always love you.

Thanks, fellows. Your posts meant a lot to me.

MJ

Comment by Steve G. on February 23, 2020 at 12:13pm

Dear Mary Jane,

I never realized how much anger and pent up emotions I was dragging around in my life, until I lost Mark.  Unlike your story I was there as Mark took his last breath.  That last breath was very laboured and the sound to me was painful and scary.  As I looked down at his face, he just looked like he was sleeping, and at first I was angry, then pleading, then just sitting there stunned and wondering, what do I do now.  Then I remembered what he said to me a week before, under no circumstances should any attempt be made to revive him.  Then I burst into crying for him and for me, I had to keep my promise!

So I waited 10 minutes before calling 911, they immediately wanted me to get him out of the bed and start CPR.  I told the lady that I did not know CPR nor was I strong enough to get him to the floor, she kept trying to calm me down which caused me to cry louder.  Finally, she said parametics were on their way and needed the access code to our apartments gate for vehicles.  After giving her that she asked me if I wanted her to stay on the phone with me, no I said they will need me out front to direct them to where the gate was.

With all of that past, it took another 3 months for my anger to surface again.  Me and Bella on the way home from Florida to Dallas, there it was an exit sign on I-10 for Dothan, Alabama.  That was where my father and stepmother lived before their deaths in 2000 from an auto accident.  All of the hatred and anger for them rose up at once.  I could not stop my sobbing and pulled off the road.

Then something inside told me to forgive them and to forgive myself to break that bond of hate.  I was stunned, I found a gas station, parked in the shade and let Bella out for water.  Out oh no where a woman approached me and commented on how beautiful Bella was.  She then asked if I was ok, I said yes.  She then asked if I had jumper cables, she and her husband were stuck at the station and she keeps asking each new customer.  I said, I'm sorry but 

I too did not have them.  As she left, I noticed her continue on searching.

I felt like I should do something, so I went inside to get coffee and see if they had cables for sale.  I looked and they were sold out, as i was passing the snacks, sitting on top of my favorite snack of cinnamon red hots was a set of new cables.  Paid for both then went looking for the lady.  Found her sitting next to her husband, I said I found these inside and I can jump you car with mine.  When their car started they both hugged me and the husband was starting to hand me the cables, I refused saying you needed them more than I.  

Bella and I got back on the road, I felt comforted and I started talkin to my father as if he was alive and sitting next to me.  I was able to forgive myself for hating him and forgave him for all the things I hated him for.  As the miles past I felt better and I cried and grieved for their deaths.

Life has a way of picking and choosing for us what and when things need to fall into place.

I wish I could hug you and comfort you, so please accept my eternal love and connection with you and everone on this site...your brother, Steve.

Comment by Charles E. Nelson on February 23, 2020 at 10:44am

Dear Mary Jane,

Anger - you have hit a nerve with me that tingles throughout my soul yet the one I seem to spend more energy ignoring than most other emotions.

My friend, this is the rare, for some of us the only place, where we can dredge up the most turbulent and upsetting of feelings and express them without ever being judged or fearing hurting someone around us, as you wish to spare your daughter.

The medical procedures and interaction with hospice brought back a time I went through with my father in his final days of terminal lung cancer. Larry was with me through that awful nightmarish time, and without him and an angel in disguise as a Hospice nurse I surely would have gone mad.

How you dealt with everything you describe alone both astonishes me and brings me to tears. The avalanche of events and emotions was frozen in mid-motion for you since that night, and now as they thaw with time and distance they are breaking off in huge chunks to crash down upon you. We here can't rush across the street and grab you in a tight hug, and that is our frustration and nightmare - that we hear, feel, and understand what is happening to you, yet are limited to replying with words on a keyboard.

My love, my heart, and my tears of rage and doubt are yours now as always. Perhaps sometime I will share some of the things I went through as my father deteriorated, but not today - all I want you to know is that I am with you in my heart -

Love, Chuck 

Comment by Mary. Jane on February 22, 2020 at 10:15pm

Ohhh, I forgot...I NEVER EVER saw any more piles of pennies in our house. And I am so grateful his brother came to “take him home” as I have never felt his brother  Warren there again, since that last day. 

Comment by Mary. Jane on February 22, 2020 at 10:11pm

Part 2.

I have to tell you..for MONTHS before Bob got sick, we had noticed  PILES of PENNIES around the house. Hundreds of pennies. I just left them where they were, vaguely noting, they were always somewhere we would see them..ie: by my ashtray in the garage, by the telephone, etc, The night before the catheter thing, I had asked him “Is Warren here?” (Warren was his little brother, who had died 11 years previously) He replies “yes”. I kinda knew that..I could feel him too. 

Soo, the hospice nurse did what she had to do, bathed him, and left, and Bob fell into a light sleep..so I LEFT THE ROOM FOR A MINUTE. I had a baby monitor on his IV pole, so I could hear every breath he made, as I carried the other one with me..and it wasn,t even a minute, b4 I realized I couldn,t hear his breathing. I remember thinking, as I ran back into his room..”NO NO NO NO....” but he was gone. 

No warning, no clue one minute he was fine, the next gone. I was STUNNED..but the very worst thing, was the expression on his face. It wasn,t warm and fuzzy, like I had always thought it would be. 

That expression has haunted me for four years..plus the guilt..did I do something wrong? 

This is the first year, I have been AWARE enough, not in my rosey bubble...thinking everything was fine, that I am OK. I am NOT ok! I am ANGRY..at everyone in the medical profession, at everything in general, at him for LEAVING me, for deserting his daughter, the flood gates have finally opened, and I am LIVID!!  This has been 4 years coming..He is really gone, and he is NEVER coming back! I am stuck in a F***ing house that I don,t want to be in, in a life without him..and the bubble has burst big time...as I cannot feel him as much as I did in my prior home..and I WANT HIM HERE!!!

ok..I had to write this..to “get it out”. I have spent the last few days slamming things, screaming at the universe, I am SOOO ANGRY! 

I am NOT ever angry..I do not have a temper..I guess I have been carrying this for years. Every other year I was in a coma of sorts..a warm soft place I created for myself..but it wasn,t real, and I have to move past this..for my own sanity. 

So I came here...because I don,t know what else to do...or who to tell..I cannot tell my daughter..she was his “little princess” and adored her dad..she is bleeding too,  but holds it in. So, tomorrow at 11:52 am,PST I will hope for the best, and thank all of you for being here and allowing me to rant. Maybe I will hug my kitty, maybe I will just watch TV, maybe I will still be angry. 

Thanks guys.

Comment by Mary. Jane on February 22, 2020 at 9:38pm

This might be graphic, but I am compelled to write it.

Part 1

4 years ago, tonite, Bob took my hand, kissed it, and said “Thank you”. I was so surprised! I asked him “for what”. I don,t remember the reply..it doesn,t matter.My guess is, for 48 1/2 years of being together? He had been home for 2 days..in hospice. They had brought him home, along with machines, meds, liquid food..and they spent a mere 20 minutes, giving me directions on how to feed his stomach tube, add any medication, after crushing the pills..the morphine was liquid..how the machine worked, the oxygen, various tubes, etc.

I always wondered why they didn’t spend more time with instructions. What if I did something wrong? It NEVER occurred to me, until a few days ago, that it didn’t MATTER if I screwed up. When that epiphany hit, and I realized that..I was actually STUNNED.

Ironically, I was GOOD at caring for him! I remember thinking I would have been a good nurse, and I liked being able to care for him. He had ONE MONTHS supply of liquid food..2 cases of the stuff, Fed directly into his stomach tube, the meds were added seperatly through a tiny tube that connected into the main one.   He could eat stuff like Jello, which he NEVER ate, he was a vegetarian..but that was a moot point. I feel so BAD, that when  I crushed up some meds in his Jello..and he noticed the texture was wrong. I was so ashamed..I don,t know why. 

I also don’t know why I am compelled to write all of this here..but I just am. The next morning, when the nurse came, she had to catheterize him. That was the ONE THING he hated above everything else..my heart just died a little for him..he had been SO BRAVE, accepting everything with a smile..but this was bad..and UNFAIR! 

Comment by Marsha H on February 21, 2020 at 6:33pm

Sara ...  You're so sweet and I do think of you a lot as to how you are doing.  I am having a better week and have more energy for a change.  I am so happy you feel Ken's with you and as I said it's a little less, but when I'm really down I can feel Ernie's presence as well.  What a wonderful feeling!

Love

Marsha

Comment by Sara Murphy on February 21, 2020 at 11:41am
Love never dies.....have truer words ever been spoken? I'm not sure I would have made it this far if I for one second thought Ken were not still with me. Feeling his presence and having him come through for me when I need him keeps me going.
Deb.....what a wonderful moment to feel Greg's arms around you. I hope the memory of that feeling gives you a little bit of extra strength when needed.
Marsha....You can't get rid of me that easily. I'll be here for the long haul ☺ Hope this has been a better week for you

Love,
Sara
Comment by Mary. Jane on February 20, 2020 at 10:49am

Oh Marsha..when I read your heartfelt post..I felt so deeply what you went through during those last days with Ernie. Desperately trying to save his his life, keep him calm. Not let him see how terrified you were, hiding your tears, as not to upset him...all of it..only to not be there with him at the moment he left this world. It is a pain that never goes away..it just recedes a bit, only to surface at odd times, as fresh as it happened only yesterday. 

But, I also know, without a doubt, he KNEW you were there after he had “died”, as HE WAS STILL THERE..he wasn,t in his physical body, but he was still in the room, watching you, knowing you were there as soon as you could be. 

I have heard SO MANY stories of “near death” experiences, when the soul leaves the body, but is still above in the room, watching loved ones grieve. Every single story of this is EXCTLY the same. People who die for a bit, then return to their material body describe the EXACT same scenario ..floating above the room, then returning to their human form, cuz it was not their time. So it makes sense, if THOSE people could watch from above, so can people who didn,t return.

Ernie was waiting for you to arrive into the hospital..  he knows how much you loved him, and I believe all of our loved ones are STILL watching over us..and always will be..until we all leave this realm, and are reborn in our new lives. Together.

Comment by Marsha H on February 20, 2020 at 5:51am

Dearest Deborah P ...  Thank you so much for that wonderful post and it made me smile and also for being so candid about your own experience with Greg.  I guess that's what I miss most those loving big arms just holding me.  It will be 9 years since Ernie passed and I thought all this would be over, but when you've met your soul mate and they pass away I doubt it's ever over and the crying just isn't as often, but as you say something can trigger it off. 

I am so happy you had that experience with Greg.  I haven't felt Ernie around for a very long time.  I did have one dream recently which wasn't one I care to remember for long.  I was half asleep sideways on the sofa and it was as if I should be going somewhere with Ernie, but didn't want to go and I could see him leave through the side door and looked back at me and obviously annoyed with me.  I have no idea why I had that dream.  I hope I am lucky enough to feel what you did.

Thank you for caring my dear friend and it's so appreciated.

I wish you only peace and joy and it seems you are on the right path.

Love and your friend too

Marsha

 

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