I've been thinking alot about death lately. Not in a creepy way, but as a way of coping with and analyzing some of the experiences I've been having.
My mother is 85 years old. She had a stroke a little over 2 years ago and hasn't been the same since. My daughter Willow withdrew from fall semester at BYU, took my mom out of the nursing home she'd been placed in, and stayed with my parents and took care of them for 4 months. My mother was on hospice at the time and we wondered if she was coming home from the nursing home to die. When Willow went back to school, my parents moved from Utah to Oregon to live with my family. At the time there was just my husband, my son Andrew and me living at home. We converted 1/2 of the main level of our house to an apartment for them.
My mom was still on hospice when they came to live with us. We wondered how many months she would be with us before she died. That was 22 months ago. My mom 'graduated' from hospice after the first 2 months in Oregon. She was placed on hospice again just before I went to Europe in August, 2 months ago. For a year and a half she was on a plateau, not able to take care of her basic needs. Now her health is failing fast and once again it seems like a matter of months, maybe weeks, before she passes away.
'Passes away' seems so much softer than saying 'she's dying'. That's what she seems to be doing, though. Each day I gradually watch her pass further and further into another sphere. She sleeps most of the time and when she is awake her eyes have a far-off look. If there is anything left for her to do in this life, it's too late. Well, maybe not. Maybe what she has left to do is passively bring family together or give me more chances to try to learn to be compassionate. I don't know.
Day before yesterday my sister's roommate died. She had spent much of her life in front of the TV or playing computer games. Now that she has passed on to another life, there is no more time to do anything with the life she had here. It's made me do alot of thinking about what I'm doing with my life. What opportunities am I missing? I want to die with no regrets. I want no feeling of emptyness left at my passing. Just joy at a life fully lived. Maybe another day I'll post some goals in my blog. For now I think I might just watch TV.