My Mother's Last Words
and Her Full Moon Night
When I was a child, I'd sometimes wake up in the middle of the night coughing
with the croup and could hardly breathe. All I had to do was come to the
door of my parents room, and say, "Mama, I can't breathe!"
My mother
would then bolt out of bed and get the stream pot out and make a tent over
my bed with sheets, or put me in the bathroom with the hot shower water
running to build up steam so I could breathe again. She saved my
life so many times, I could never question her love for me. When
she asked me to come stay with her after dad died, I remembered these times,
and also the promise I made to her when I gave her the
song below on her birthday in 2004. On the day she died,
her last words to me as I gazed into her eyes and stroked her loving face
at her hospital bedside, were those terrifying words, "Suzie, I can't
breathe!" I panicked inside, but tried to calm her and told her
to take deep breaths and relax, which she did faithfully but to no avail.
We then called for help, and a whole team of people came to try to save
her. I stayed as long as they would allow, and then was asked to leave,
so I kissed her soft beautiful cheek, let go of her hand, and weeping
in grief, left the room to pray. The social workers came to help
me and asked if I had any other family members I could call. I said I did,
and that I had called and called them, but no one answered.
They walked me down the halls and tried to comfort me. I finally
got a hold of my Uncle Howard who talked me through the loss of my mother
on the phone. I had wanted her to come home so badly to get much
needed rest and nourishment, but the doctors kept saying they had this
one last invasive test to perform, which as I feared, was just too much
for her. She had developed a blood clot in her neck after the test,
but her heart just stopped beating, they said.
That
night as I laid in bed thinking about my mother all alone in her house
now, I noticed a warm light coming into my bedroom window. I got
up and looked out to see a beautiful full moon. I decided this full
moon was a sign from my mother that she was alive and well in a better
place with my dad, and that the warm energy coming down from the moon was
to comfort me to sleep.
My best friend, Ann, also suffered from congestive heart failure
like my mother, and died on Good Friday, 2006 when there was a beautiful
full moon as well. Before she died, I had asked her to send me a
sign to let me know she was OK after she passed, and this is what I saw
out my window the night she died, a beautiful full moon.
At the end of the month, on December 31st, 2009, there was a second full
moon, one that brought in the New Year. It was called a "Blue
Moon" because it was so rare. The moon symbolizes motherhood,
and it is, no doubt, a guiding light in the darkness on this planet, just
as my mother is to me.
Looking further, I found that during the month of March, 2010, there will
again be two full moons. One will appear on March 1st and the second will
appear on March 30th, which happens to be my father 's birthday.
This second full moon will be called a "Blue Moon" just like the one that
occurred at the end of December, bringing in the New Year. This rare
Blue
Moon on my father's birthday will be a powerful and lasting sign
of reassurance to me that my mother has joined him in their life together
in eternity.
See
Also
The
Story of the Falling Star
.A
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