This is the first time I've ever done anything like this, but I'm having a hard time getting over the loss of my parents. I am over 30 years old and for the first time in my life I don't have a mother and father. My family was very close. My family was truly an all American family. There were three boys and one girl. My brothers and their families do not live in our hometown. My sister got married and moved about a hour and half away with her husband. However, my sister moved back home to help care for my parents when both became ill. I stayed with my parents throughout their illnesses.
My story starts about two in a half years ago. My father who was well over 90 years old became ill. His health begin to decline and me, my sister and my mom all began caring for him. It was a difficult illness for all us, but we were still thankful to have him around and considered ourselves blessed that he was still with us even though he was well over 90 years old. My mother took the lead as primary caregiver. She took care of him both day and night. My family was very private and my dad only wanted to see family. We honored his wishes and never spent a day in a nursing home. As his illness progressed we bought in Hospice for the final month of his sickness, but we still provided most of his care. Last summer (2009) my sister and I noticed that mom who was always strong started to become ill herself. She said she was tired and the doctor's visits didn't uncover any conditions. We just thought she was sad and feeling bad because of our father's situation. However, she became sicker and sicker but she still was trying to care for our father. In fact one day while trying to help Dad both of them fell. After that we told them we had no choice but to hire a nurse for dad. Both protested because they wanted their privacy, but they wanted to stay at home. So by day, I worked as a lawyer and by night I worked as a nurse for my dad.
My mother continued to complain, she lost her appettite and got sicker and sicker. Again, all types of test were ran and her physicians could find any serious conditions. She kept on caring for dad, cooking and being the best wife and mother anyone could ever ask for. After a two year illness my father in late fall 09 went home to be with God. I had just been in the room to tell him I was bringing him breakfast. I went out to get the food and when I returned he was no longer breathing. I am so glad I stayed at home that day. My mother was in the den ill herself and Hospice had not arrived. We all said bye to Daddy and put all of our attention on mom. Three days after my father's funeral we rushed mom to the hospital and that is when the doctors finally found out was wrong with her. She died less than two months after daddy. Me, my sister, my aunt, and my two brothers all took leave from work and stayed at the home with mom for her final weeks on this earth. As a type this I cry because it was difficult watching both of my parents sick at the same time and loosing them so close together. I felt like death came to my house and wouldn't leave. I miss my mom and dad so much. My other sibilings all are married and I know they miss them too, but mom and dad were all I had. I'm a very private person and I don't like sharing my emotions. This website is the only time I have talked to anyone. I go to church every Sunday, I still pray and I am grateful to God for the wonderful life he's given me, but almost every night I cry myself to sleep. No one knows how deep my pain runs because I don't want them too. I hope that someone can read this and say something to help ease this pain. Sometimes I just can't beleive last year this time my family was all alive. Now both my mom and dad are gone. I deeply mourn the loss of my parents. Please help!!!