Saw Declining Mother Tonight

It's hard to watch a parent decline. I often visited my old basketball coach from high school. It really hurt me and upset me to see him go downhill. I never even thought that would happen. I would go home from a visit and my wife would ask me if I visited Mr. Stoner today? I asked her how did she always know when I went to see him. She said because when I come in the door, I have my head down.

I did the same for my old Baseball and football coaches, but my baseball coach died from cancer. It was a very slow and painful death.

Beezer, I hope you keep playing for your mom. Our moms are our most valuable resource while we were growing up. Maybe play some songs from her era. My mom really enjoyed hearing songs from the 30's and 40's.
 

I'm so sorry for your loss @Beezer. You were clearly a good son to your mother so you can rest in the fact that you took care of her and made her life as comfortable as possible toward the end.

I was responsible for my mother for 21 years after my father passed away and saw her slip away slowly until she passed away at 89. It was especially tough during lockdown because no visitors were allowed in her assisted living facility. I used to go there every Saturday, sit outside my car and talk to her on the phone while she waved out the window. It was very tough to lose her but eventually I felt a sense of relief. I hope you eventually feel the same.

Just reflect on the good memories you had with her.
 
@Beezer You will now be caught up in a flurry of things that must be done, and it will be some time before you can focus on yourself to really grieve. Take care of yourself now because you will be a bit broken for some time after such a significant loss.


May the memories of your mother's love stay with you for all of your days.
May you and your daughter find comfort in each other.
 
My dad was 83 with a bad heart. There was a family picnic, and he came in my brother's van. I had to help him step out of the van, he was too fragile to do it on his own. At the same time, my kin were playing backlot baseball. That brought back a memory when I was 4 or 5. Again it was a family affair. My dad threw a baseball really far for an out, and then belted out a home run. But, today, he needed help getting out of a van.
 

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