Posted on 04/06/2006 9:53:26 PM PDT by Brad’s Gramma
To my praying friends on Free Republic...I have an FR Friend, Focault's Pendulum, whose Mom is dying. I do NOT have the particulars, nor do I need to know. I was told that she has about 2 to 3 weeks left here on this earth. Please PLEASE join me in prayer...
Father God, we come before you to ask for Your hand on Focault's Mom during her last days on this earth. Lord, please wrap her in Your arms, please hold her as she sleeps, please let her know that You are there for her. I ask for guidance for the medical profession who are caring for her.
Father, please comfort Focault and his family during this time of grief. Please let them remember the MANY happy times they've had with their Mom. Please Lord, let THEM feel your love and peace too.
I thank you for the honor of the friendship FP and I have had over the years...Lord, hold him..hold him tight.
In Your Name,
Amen.
Praying with you.
Amen and amen again.
Awesome...thank you SO much.
*Prayer Ping*
I went through much of that with my own Mom, three years ago. She, too, was 84 when she just wore out.
It was much like seeing a little child, shattered and frail, except a child, of course, might heal and grow up.
It's your turn to be the parent, to her child, and it's a hard road.
Know this- within each person, from the humblest to the mightiest, is a great river of strength- you don't know it's there, until you need to call upon it, but it is there, waiting to be tapped.
Do what you can, do as much as you are able. That is all any of us can do.
The Lord be with her.
Prayers from Texas for the mother & her family during this time.
FP, last month was the 25th anniversary of my mom's passing. She died from leukemia at age 55. I was blessed to have spent the last 9 days and nights at her side. I won't kid you, it's not easy. Prayer, faith, and family were the keys to comfort for me. Mom knew her ultimate destination and made sure that we did too. I offer you and your family my prayers for that same comfort.
BG: Thanks for the ping.
May God look kindly upon your beloved Mother as she is released from this world into the next and may she be filled with the fullness of His joy and peace.
FP, I know this is a hard time, but the one thing I learned through sadness and dispair at the loss of my young son is that love never dies. Hold on to that -- Love Never Dies.
ML, thanks for the ping.
Prayers for Focault's Pendulum and his family in finding peace at this time, and giving thanks for his Mother's well-lived life.
She grieved for a year and then went back to a community college in NJ to receive her background in the legal field.
She began as a typist in the legal pool for an excellent attorney. It was not long before she had become his administrative assistant.
At the age of 64, she once again went back to school to learn computers. She retired just before her 70th birthday.
Up until her hospitalization, her terrific boss would regularly visit her on her birthday, and made sure he sent flowers over the holidays. He regarded her loyalty well, and has never forgotten her.
Also you should know, I lost my 2 older brothers last year, within 2 months of each other. I wonder whether my mom losing her first born might have accelerated the process.
I need to thank all of you, once again.
As to the present, my sisters and myself are in a period of waiting. The conclusion is foregone.
All your prayers and good thoughts....My God!!!...what a family I have here!
And that's NOT including the ones who are still praying for you, thinking about you & Mom...who've not posted. You BET you have a family here...you bet.
You are in my prayers.
This is hard. I lost my mom back in 96, after caring for her for the previous three years.
It is hard when you are close and love someone. To say otherwise would be a lie.
But there is a time for healing that follows. God be with you during those days, too. You have friends here who will be there for you when you need them. You have our hearts and our prayers, and our love.
When I look back on that time now I remember just being in a world of hurt. Every little thing that triggered a "Dad" memory would cause me to burst into tears.
As time passes, the hurt eases and the memories become happy occasions. I can think of him now without tears (well, usually; not quite all the time.:) and as time passes I become more aware of what a big part of my life, my being, my.............everything..........he was, and always will be; and to share "Grandpa" stories with my grown children and to see how much of him lives on in them is one of the joys of my life.
I will be praying for your comfort and consolation and peace of mind. May God hold you in the palm of his Hand during this difficult time.
((((FP))))
Isn't that the truth? MY Grandpa, who my children never met...have heard THE nicest, funniest, and goofiest stories about mine. Memories can be such a blessing....
I have a picture of him next to my monitor. He's always smiling at me... ;) Well. Actually, now that I really look...he's LAUGHING at me. Ha!
This kind of a loss is always difficult on family. My father never recovered from her loss and his great but broken heart finally succumbed to that grief 3 years later.
I still think of them often. And I make sure that I tell everyone who talks about their parents getting on in years to enjoy them while they have them.
My mother's case was unique in my knowledge.
Mom knew when she was diagnosed that she would not survive. As I said, she knew her destination and she made sure that we did as well. As a result, she planned every detail of her funeral. Burial plots for both parents had long been arranged so that wasn't an issue. She planned everything else in the months leading up to her passing. And I do mean everything. From songs and scriptures to who she did NOT want at her funeral.
The funeral itself was a celebration of her life. When we went home, all 8 of us kids with our families had a party. It was a party that she insisted that we have and that she made financial arrangements for in advance. That party included a 3 cheers salute to mom in celebration of her entrance into the kingdom of God.
Grief can be all consuming if you allow it to be. My father let it destroy him. Mother made every effort to make sure that we kids did not let it eat us up. I know that I will one day be with my parents again in the company of the heavenly host. Until then, I dwell on the good times. I use the bad times to learn from and teach my own kids with.
And yes, I still feel the sting of the slap to the back of my head anytime I forget my manners or one of the lessons that I should not have forgotten.
I remember breezing into the local convenience store one morning a few months ago on my way to work. On my way to grab a drink from the cooler, I placed my order for breakfast with the girl at the counter. It hit me just as I got to the drink cooler. When I got back to the counter I offered my hand to the girl and told her to smack it. Puzzled, she did. Then I explained that I failed to say "Please" as I barked my order to her and Momma smacked me in the back of the head from heaven for not remembering my manners. We still laugh about that and I still make sure that I mind my manners when I go in now.
Those are the things I choose to remember and focus on about my parents. Sure, there were some really rough times. Those were times that I learned from and that I try to use to teach my own kids with. Sure, I still miss my folks especially around this time and the holidays. While time doesn't really heal the wounds from such losses, it does help to soothe the pain.
Concentrate on the good times and the love that you received. That, your faith, your family and your friends will help you thru the tough times.
Your Mother is a person that I wish I had known, thank you for sharing her with us.
You shall have my prayers, in addition to the many Freepers who are offering theirs.
May I share a folk tale from Hungry, that will one day make you smile?
It is simple, when you find a penny in the street or else where, look up and say thank you, as it was tossed at you,
by your Guardian Angel.
When my daughter in law passed on a year ago, a couple of years after my sons father had died, I told him that his dad would teach Theresa to pitch pennies at him......and Bill would have had a ball doing so.
We had to go out and I talked him into driving thru the mexican food cafe, when he got his change, he dropped a penny, and asked me if I wanted him to get out and get it,
I said no, let it be an Angel penny.
He opened the door, looked down and closed the door.
All he had to say was "There is another penny beside it".
Smile at the clouds and rejoice, as this life is so short.
I just received word that My Mother passed away about thirty minutes ago. April 18,2006 12:10 AM
She was 84. It was peaceful.
May God bless you with His tender mercies, peace and guidance as you and all the family deal with your mother's homegoing.
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