Mother’s Day Love and Redemption

 

This morning I read a beautiful series of stories recorded by Tarvez Tucker, a neurologist in a neurological critical care center, online in The Oregonian. The last story was the best, and I reproduced it here, but you should read them all.

Joe

Long before age 89 when he fell down the stairs at home and sustained large bilateral subdural hematomas compressing his brain, Joe had made his end-of-life wishes clear. No surgery, no ventilator, no CPR. He had firm ideas about the dignity of dying, and what life and family meant to him.

Only once, early in their marriage, had he mentioned to his wife of 56 years the story about his mother. She had left him in foster care when he was 9; he never knew why and never saw her again. He had never spoken of her again to his wife, and never at all to his three daughters, throughout his long and happy marriage.

All four “my girls” as he called them were at his side when he died. They thought they knew him with the depth of detail earned by long years of family love. He recognized them, smiled, but his last words were not to them.

He said, “Mom, I have missed you.”

Peace and many blessings on all here.

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  1. Patrick McClure Coolidge
    Patrick McClure
    @Patrickb63

    Don’t make me cry

     

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  2. Stad Coolidge
    Stad
    @Stad

    Very touching.

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  3. CB Toder aka Mama Toad Member
    CB Toder aka Mama Toad
    @CBToderakaMamaToad

    Patrick McClure (View Comment):

    Don’t make me cry

     

    Ha, too late. I keep getting hay fever or something this morning so my eyes keep tearing up…

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  4. Susan Quinn Contributor
    Susan Quinn
    @SusanQuinn

    Darn, it Mama Toad, you’ll mess up my make-up. Those deep desires that we have that can never be filled . . .

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  5. Aaron Miller Member
    Aaron Miller
    @AaronMiller

    I was with my grandma in her last days. She spoke to her mother… who died when my grandma was five. 

    Special people, mothers.

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