Today would have been my mom's 60th birthday! Who knew that her 59th birthday would be her last. We certainly had no inkling, but maybe she did. We never truly know the exact hour we will be taken from this life, hence we should make the most of every day. We should love with all our hearts everyday. We should express that love loud and clear.
I remember the very day, March 3, 2010, that everything would change for my mom and us. I was sitting at the table(in our apartment in Orem) reading one of my homework assignments, and Josh was playing with toys. I can distinctly remember the impressions that my life was going to be changing soon. Naturally I thought it had to do with me remarrying, since I look forward to that and hope for it. I then received a phone call from my dad. He sounded distressed. He was driving my mother to a doctor's appointment heading towards PG. As I was on the phone with him he abruptly said I think your mother is dying. She had just dropped the small trash can she had in her hand. She needed that because she was always nauseated, and throwing up. He said he was going to stop at the PG fire department for help. I quickly scooped up Josh and ran to the van. I started crying, and called my sisters. When I got to the PG fire department the ambulance was already leaving the fire station. They had resuscitated my mother. Over the next few days, lots of family came to visit my mother. It was a blessing that she came back, even if it was only for 5 days, because it gave us all an opportunity to share with her how we felt. I remember on March 8, 2010 when we took the tubing out of her throat, her face lit up and a peaceful countenance blanketed her being. She was so happy that we had made that decision for her. She was now ready to go. We brought her home on Hospice care and she passed away 2-1/2 hours later amongst family and friends.
She might be gone from this mortal sphere, but I feel her spirit near. She is aware of us, and is watching over us. She is HAPPY! She can see now, she can LIVE again. I pay a special tribute to my dad for caring for her, especially the last year of her life when her health was disintegrating. He served her for 40 years, and I know she is forever grateful.
Today my sisters, dad, and I will celebrate by going to eat Mexican food at Rubio's (one of her fave places). We are also going to put flowers on her grave site in Lindon. So here's to memories, Mom, and Mexican food...
