I sent my husband to Barnes and Noble and got the book. I am loving it. I have been having a real difficult time this weekend. I miss my mom so much it hurts, physically. I just don't know how it will ever get any easier. I had my dad over for our now weekly Sunday dinner. (I insisted when my mom died that he come every Sunday). I made him stuffed cabbage which he loves....and also made a big pot of chicken soup so he would have a ton to take home and have for lunch. He was very appreciative. Each day brings new sorrow, picking up her ashes, turning in her leased car, picking up the phone to call her and then crying when I remember.
I have premonitions all the time. I "saw" my dad's heart attack and tried to warn him...I have felt that a car was going to run red lights and prevented accidents, etc. My grandfather has visited me during my dreams (very vivid). ANyway...the other night I had a dream that my mom was in the living room of our old house in CT. She kept saying "go look at the tablecloth I made" over and over...so I said "okay" and walked into the dining room. My dad was standing at the table looking down at the tablecloth...so I did. The table cloth had pictures of angels all over it. I turned to tell my mom that it was nice and she was gone. Weird. I would like to think that she was trying to tell me that she is okay....
I never told you all this before (or maybe I did??) anyway...when she was declared brain dead the hospice team came and removed her breathing machine. She had been brain dead for almost 40 hours and I had spent the entire night before with her in ICU holding her hand and talking to her. There was no response. When her heart started to slow down after her machine was shut off we all stood around her bed and talked to her, telling her how much we loved her. All of her grandkids were there except my baby, my dad, my sister, our husbands, my aunt. Her heart stopped and my dad was holding her hand. She moved her entire arm, purposefully, from her shoulder, and pointed to the sky, then gently lowered her hand and squeezed my dad's hand and then let it go. I am sure medical science might have some technical explanation but it was so beautiful and it was so peaceful. We, her family, would like to believe that she was reaching for someone who was waiting for her and her squeezing my dad's hand was her way of saying goodbye. It was a gift.
It is so difficult without her.
I hope you all don't think I am nuts about the dreams.