When Someone You Love Is Dying
You receive the phone call you pray will never come. The call to inform you that a loved one is being rushed to the hospital. Your mind starts racing as you blindly grab what you think you’ll need as you rush out the door. Last Thursday, we received the call.
My wife and I moved to Montréal in 2017 so she could be closer to her mother, who had recently been diagnosed with dementia. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs the past three years and wouldn’t trade it for the world. But we thought we had more time. We thought we would continue to hear her childlike chuckle when we visited. See her smile when happy, watch her cry when upset.
We won’t.
Even though she was a shell of who she used to be, we could still see her. Hear her. Feel her.
Now we wait. We wait for her to finish reading us her life’s story and put down the book.
Godspeed Laurette, we love you.
Update: Laurette passed the morning of Feb 26, 2020.