
Sorry this is really long....I guess I had some stuff I wanted to get out....
Switch Dad for Mom and I could have written your post. First let me say, only you know your heart and mind. Do what is best for you and your family.
I can tell what I chose to do and how it effected me....My dad died of Pancreatic cancer 5 years ago this month. I had not seen my dad in 16 years. I had spoken to him on occasion but he never had the time for me and my family. When he was diagnosed with terminal cancer his oldest daughter looked in his address book to find my phone number and called me. She was very kind and did not make any demands on me. She just said she knew dad would want me to know and she knew that his wife would not let me know.
This was the week before Easter 2005. I had a 14 yo DS, an 11yo DS and a 9 month old DD and a husband that had never met my father. They had no idea who he was. They were not part of my decision except that we decided to wait until Thursday to make the drive form NJ to Ohio because of school.
We drove to OH and my husband dropped me off at the Hospice center. I went in alone and saw my dad for the first time since 1989. He was so happy to see me. I was sad but not terribly upset. We had spoken during the years, sometimes on better terms than others. His newest wife was a serious part of our problem. I had never met her but she was horrible to me, nasty on the phone, refused to let me talk to my dad if I called etc...
Anyway, I saw my dad on Thursday evening for a short time. I spent some time with him on Friday. I had the displeasure of meeting his wife on Friday. I must say it was not easy being there and having his friends come and meet me and be surprised because the had no idea that I existed. Saturday we (husband and kids) stopped by in the morning before we started the drive home. He had gone down hill dramatically. It was almost shocking.
I said my last goodbyes and we went home. The next day was Easter Sunday and my birthday was Monday (he had remembered my birthday....he had the hospice nurse get him a card to give me when I got there). I got a call Monday morning. My Dad had passed away the night before.
Have I ever been sorry I went? Absolutely not. Do I think I would have been sorry if I had not gone? Absolutely not.
As I have thought it over the last 5 years, there are several reason I think I went. One was to show up his nasty wife....I turned out well and with a lovely family without any support from them..actually it could be said in-spite of them. I wanted them to have to acknowledge my existence. That said I'm at peace with my decision.
So my bottom line.....do what you feel is best in your heart. As long as you are at peace with your decision it is never the wrong one. God Bless you as you go through this tough time.