John Marston
GAF's very own treasure goblin
Over the last 2 years all of you on GAF helped me keep my head with entertainment & laughs.
However I lost my mom in May 2020 to Covid and wanted to share a bit.
This thread is for everyone who wish to honor the memory of a loved one.
I'll try to keep this short.
My mom was a "strong woman" before the term was invented and raised me by herself when I was born in 1968.
She was an English teacher for 30 years at a public school . She would rummage through my Iron Maiden & Rush records so she could play them to her students for vocabulary purposes.
She was strict but always fair and cooked a mean lasagna. She loved dogs.
In 2015 dementia set in and I had to put her in a nursing home. She was always against the concept of nursing homes but when dementia gets you you forget all about it you know? The irony.
Here she is in 2017 when she would still smile and we could still have "conversations" .
She died the 12th of may 2020, alone.
Her doctor called me and said that she died between his rounds. I found myself comforting him more than he did me. The man truly sounded tired and distraught.
Never could I have imagined a scenario where I could not be by my mom's side during her last moments.
The feeling of powerlessness & guilt still haunts me. Nobody deserves to die alone like a dog.
Time passing by helps a bit as I focus more on the happy memories than her shitty demise.
Thank you all again for making me feel like I'm not alone in this world and feel free to share as well
However I lost my mom in May 2020 to Covid and wanted to share a bit.
This thread is for everyone who wish to honor the memory of a loved one.
I'll try to keep this short.
My mom was a "strong woman" before the term was invented and raised me by herself when I was born in 1968.
She was an English teacher for 30 years at a public school . She would rummage through my Iron Maiden & Rush records so she could play them to her students for vocabulary purposes.
She was strict but always fair and cooked a mean lasagna. She loved dogs.
In 2015 dementia set in and I had to put her in a nursing home. She was always against the concept of nursing homes but when dementia gets you you forget all about it you know? The irony.
Here she is in 2017 when she would still smile and we could still have "conversations" .
She died the 12th of may 2020, alone.
Her doctor called me and said that she died between his rounds. I found myself comforting him more than he did me. The man truly sounded tired and distraught.
Never could I have imagined a scenario where I could not be by my mom's side during her last moments.
The feeling of powerlessness & guilt still haunts me. Nobody deserves to die alone like a dog.
Time passing by helps a bit as I focus more on the happy memories than her shitty demise.
Thank you all again for making me feel like I'm not alone in this world and feel free to share as well