kirtu wrote: ↑Fri Jun 21, 2019 12:35 am
My mother entered hospice today. I would appreciate prayers for her recovery or passage to the Pure Lands.
Kirt
I'm so sorry. After just going through it myself I understand what you're feeling a bit. I spent a lot of time angry, or mad for any reason at all, just to avoid feeling other feelings that make you feel more vulnerable. I still haven't cried after my father died. All during his hospice, I would force myself to not cry. I'm sure it did nothing good for me.
In a lot of ways, I'm still dealing with it. I can't believe my father is gone. I walk by his room expecting to see him watching television, and he isn't there. I wish I could have told him a lot more thing's than I did. In the end, he developed a very severe form of dementia, where he couldn't understand anyone, didn't understand what was happening, nor could he respond to things coherently. He just constantly begged for help with terror in his eyes.
All we could do is sit beside him all day, and reassure him, clean him, give him massages, give him his medicines, try to make him comfortable. The process was very hard. I wish I knew that he was at peace, or happy, or that I knew anything at all about his current circumstances if he even has any.
I'm sorry for talking so much about myself; I'll stop here. I don't know your mother's circumstances, and I truly hope she gets better, but, please spend as much time with your mom as possible, tell her everything, absolutely everything you want to say, and want her to know. Even if it's embarrassing to do so. If she improves, then you'l have no regrets either way.
Before he got to that severe form of dementia, he reverted to a child-like state almost. I spent some time with him while he was like that, and I enjoyed it. He would talk to people who weren't there. One gem, it appeared that someone kept showing him things. He was in some kind of demi-sleep, semi-awake state. He would talk all the while. Many times he would say, that's so neat, and get this amazed look on his face. Like he was simultaneously amazed, happy, and flabbergasted. I truly do believe in the end, someone is there for us, they keep us company, and help us deal with what's happening. At least that was my perception of what was happening. Numerous times we overheard him talking to his dead mother, brother, and some of his dead friends. He also called out to a few animals we've had over the years that have passed away.
I don't know what any of that means, but it makes me feel slightly more hopeful. I'm sorry if this post is unwanted, or too depressing, etc.. If so I don't mind if you have it removed.
I'll pray for your mother, and try to dedicate some merit.
PS: While I don't really follow any specific Tradition, I have always felt an affinity with Amida Buddha, because of his vow. I will pray to him for you.
Truly, I wish you, and your family much compassion; understanding, love, and strength.
