I didn’t like my mom from my earliest memories at three years old. I hated her when I was younger, but finally found peace with myself by concluding she had mental problems. Why else would she be so cruel? She was emotionally and physically abusive to me and my sister.
The only reason I visited and helped my parents out when they got older was because if I wasn’t nice to my mom she wouldn’t let my dad see me.
My dad passed April 6, 2006 and mom passed may 17, 2006. The night she passed, I had gone to sleep, then woke up around 1AM, feeling my mom was passing. I got in my car,drove 1 1/2 hours on a tiny dark mountain pass to her rest home. She was fading. Couldn’t speak, but I just told her “mom, it’s ok, you are going to be with your mom and dad and brothers”. She responded and I held her hand a bit. Not long later she drew her last breath. That was the only time I ever had a moment like that with her. I’m glad I was there as she always said she didn’t want to die alone.
After that, I can’t say I felt any grief over her or anything, and I never felt guilty because I didn’t do anything wrong.
. I do not remember the order. I do remember that she said not to be specific about what the forgiveness entails. You might be asking for forgiveness for something that the dying person does not even remember and vice versa.
“I didn’t like my mom from my earliest memories at three years old”
You got me beat. When I was in second grade I wrote a very cryptic note, “I hate otherm”. Such a clever child LOL