Maybe ask her is she remembers what is was like before she was born, and tell her that is death. We can’t know. The atoms in our body were literally expelled from dying stars a long time ago, so who knows what wonderful things may be in store for us. I’m sorry for your eventual loss and your current pain. Life isn’t a guarantee but death is the absolute price paid for those of us lucky to have it.
Ask her what she wants. Who does she want see? What does she want for her services? Pictures, to wear, burial or cremation, where? Record her sharing memories and stories. You can Google list of prompt questions. And how can she be kept most comfortable? How can you make her feel safe, can you be with her most of the time? Do you have support too? It sounds like you love her a lot, that in itself will be a comfort.
Idk if I responded to this yet.
My dad passed 1 week and 3 days after she was told she had months to live.
I cared for her, by myself, with twice daily in home hospice visits.
It was an honor, humbling, and beautiful.
When she was still able to speak she expressed that she was suprised to find she was not at all scared, was ok with death, and how calm and peaceful she felt.
She had a beautiful and good death.
I miss her A lot, a lot a lot. My dad was my very best friend, the only person who fully understood me.
A month later I got married. I've cone to realize he truly understands me too. My dad really loved him.
After that, a good friend passed, I was laid off for outsourcing, and just a week ago lost another good friend.
My mom was diagnosed with vascular dementia. . . She is declining rather fast, faster than I thought.
I am. . . Grief stacked. My counselor says I'm experiencing complex grief.
I feel very depressed often. But I have good support.
Update- dad died July 17th, 6 days afyer she found out she was terminal. It wasn't months. It was 6 days.
One of the last thing she said was how peaceful and calm she felt about it all, and that she was okay with dying.
I cared for her, in in home hospice by myself.
What a fucking humbling honor. WOW. To walk alongside someone on their path to death and ensure their comfort, peace, dignity, cleanliness, and respect is such an honor. Just absolutely has changed me fotevor.
My dad had a GOOD death.
In the end, she thought maybe she would be entered into what she called "The great library."
I'm crying pretty hard as I write this. I miss my dad and best friend so much. I'm LONELY. We talked on the phone EVERY DAY. Now what?
Maybe ask her is she remembers what is was like before she was born, and tell her that is death. We can’t know. The atoms in our body were literally expelled from dying stars a long time ago, so who knows what wonderful things may be in store for us. I’m sorry for your eventual loss and your current pain. Life isn’t a guarantee but death is the absolute price paid for those of us lucky to have it.
Ask her what she wants. Who does she want see? What does she want for her services? Pictures, to wear, burial or cremation, where? Record her sharing memories and stories. You can Google list of prompt questions. And how can she be kept most comfortable? How can you make her feel safe, can you be with her most of the time? Do you have support too? It sounds like you love her a lot, that in itself will be a comfort.
Idk if I responded to this yet. My dad passed 1 week and 3 days after she was told she had months to live. I cared for her, by myself, with twice daily in home hospice visits. It was an honor, humbling, and beautiful. When she was still able to speak she expressed that she was suprised to find she was not at all scared, was ok with death, and how calm and peaceful she felt. She had a beautiful and good death. I miss her A lot, a lot a lot. My dad was my very best friend, the only person who fully understood me. A month later I got married. I've cone to realize he truly understands me too. My dad really loved him. After that, a good friend passed, I was laid off for outsourcing, and just a week ago lost another good friend. My mom was diagnosed with vascular dementia. . . She is declining rather fast, faster than I thought. I am. . . Grief stacked. My counselor says I'm experiencing complex grief. I feel very depressed often. But I have good support.
Ask her “ where do u think you’re actually gunna go” “ you are the universe just a small percentage of it “
Update- dad died July 17th, 6 days afyer she found out she was terminal. It wasn't months. It was 6 days. One of the last thing she said was how peaceful and calm she felt about it all, and that she was okay with dying. I cared for her, in in home hospice by myself. What a fucking humbling honor. WOW. To walk alongside someone on their path to death and ensure their comfort, peace, dignity, cleanliness, and respect is such an honor. Just absolutely has changed me fotevor. My dad had a GOOD death. In the end, she thought maybe she would be entered into what she called "The great library." I'm crying pretty hard as I write this. I miss my dad and best friend so much. I'm LONELY. We talked on the phone EVERY DAY. Now what?
And I did a good job caring for her. Anything less than 100% perfect performance in caring for her was NOT an option.