When Death Comes Sweetly
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When Death Comes Sweetly
Phyllis, my mother-in-law, has had Progressive Supranuclear Palsy for the past 8 years. She has spent the last 3 years in a nursing home.
PSP is a gradual deterioration of brain cells mainly in the brain stem. The first symptom was a distinct difference in her personality, she became almost apathetic which was highly unusual for her. Then the forgetfulness and finally imbalance and falling. The disease is often misdiagnosed for Parkinson’s because they are very similar.
PSP is thought to be related to exposure to some unknown chemical in the food, air, or water which slowly damages certain vulnerable areas of the brain.
Saturday, I went with my 26 yr old son, Marcus, to visit with her allowing him the opportunity to say his good-byes. He was very close to her especially growing up. We sat and cried the entire time, but it was a good cry.
Marcus has grown up to become a fine young man. He’s finishing college in 6 weeks and has a full time job in his field already. I could hear the pride in his voice as he shared his successes with his grandmother and his heart-felt gratitude for all that she had did for him in his life.
But the moment that I will never forget is after we had each given her a big, long hug and said I love you one more time, she looked into Marcus’ eyes and held out her arms again and moaned. I laughed and said, “I think she wants one more hug.”
The most important thing that Phyllis taught me, was how to stay connected with the people you love and how to be a blessing to others. She always made time for me and my family by calling just to say hi for a few moments or stopping over quick with groceries or a meal.
Phyllis was always giving and our favorite time of the year was the harvest from her gardening. Oh how she loved to garden!! She canned everything from pickles to tomatoes. Now, I see that gardening was a way for her to give to and stay in touch with the people that she cared about.
When death comes sweetly, Phyllis will be ready. She has fought the good fight and she has won the honor and privilege of going home, to be with God and have eternal beatitude.
And remember, if you hear, see or feel it three times pay attention it means the Universe is speaking to you.
How do you stay in touched with loved ones? Do you garden or bake just so you have something to share with others? Have you had an experience watching a loved one pass?
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