I Love You Momma
19 March 1997
Late, on February 1, my mom had a brain aneurysm burst and she went into a coma. She had surgery on the 3rd with a 50/50 chance of survival. She did survive that, and the vasospasms that followed. She was on her way to recovery in a rehabilitation hospital when another aneurysm burst in one of the brain's arteries. The bleeding was massive and immediate, rendering her brain dead almost instantly. She survived physically for only a couple of hours longer.
I've never lost anyone in my family closer than an aunt or uncle, who I may have seen once each year, at the most. I suppose that may make this harder, but I can't imagine the loss of my momma being any easier. She was an amazing person. She never finished high school or made a lot of money. She never discovered a cure for a disease, or invented a revolutionary product. She was my momma and she was amazing in the way she handled the life she had been given. Her death has left a black hole in many hearts.
I found this site shortly after her operation and have received so much support from the others who have written here. My heart goes out to all of you who have also had a loss and to those who still struggle to recover or to live with a loved one who is recovering. My Mom had just turned 60 a week before the first aneurysm and by all rights should have already been dead from her high cholesterol, smoking, drinking, or one of the diseases she miraculously recovered from.
We were best friends and had been through more together than anyone should have to go through. But, I'm glad I had her in my life this long. I dedicate the following to the memory of Mary Dimple Estes, January 25, 1937 -- March 7, 1997. I love you Momma
When I think of my children growing up without
you,
I wonder if you're watching When I sing a song I know you
liked,
I wonder if you're listening
When I see a Dogwood in full spring bloom,
I wonder if you're smiling
And, when my soul cries and my arms ache to hold you,
I wonder if you feel me
I know you're home now where you belong
But, selfishly, I miss you
And, oh, to have another chance
to hold you tight and kiss you
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