Tomorrow Michael and I are leaving for Washington DC. On Wednesday his mother will finally be buried next to her husband (Michael's dad) at Arlington National Cemetery. They always say that a funeral is the place to say goodbye. A place to start to get some closure. For us it's the final step of a long journey.
You see, Michael's mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's around 10 years ago. She started out ok, but as time progressed the disease did it's ugly thing and took the Mary we knew and loved and demolished her. So for us, we started to say good bye the day she was diagnosed.
We knew that there would come a day that she would not be here in the truest sense of the word and that it would just take a while for her body to catch up with her mind. That day finally came about 2 months ago.
When Michael was told his mother passed away he wasn't sad. He was happy that her torment had finally ended; but I knew that deep down he would still grieve for his mom. He did it tonight when he cried about the loss of his mother.
He realized that it was "Time to say goodbye...."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment