My Mother Is Dying Today by Sylvia Silk
My mother is dying today,
I must go be by her side.
What shall I wear? ...pants … a dress … make-up?
What shall I pack in my bag? ...water, hand lotion, her favorite bible passage?
The world says you are supposed to feel sad.
So why do I feel so jubilant?
Death will set her free from the hardship of moving and breathing
Inside a physical body that’s deteriorating with her trapped inside.
We put bad people in prison and make their lives miserable because we feel they deserve it
for the crimes against humanity they have been found guilty of.
But what about good people imprisoned by defective bodies?
What are they guilty of?
Do they deserve the prison of a dysfunctional body?
My mother is dying today.
She waits for me to arrive,
To say our goodbyes,
To capture last memories.
Today is the day her story ends.
How do I know? I just do.
My mother died yesterday.
I’m still by her side.
She rests so peacefully, quiet and still.
She looks like an angel, relaxed and ethereal.
All signs of life have vanished. Now what?
There is no more doing.
No more trips to the store for supplies.
No more late night vigils.
No more hospital admissions.
No more doctor appointments.
No more doing ……… with my mom.
Doing stops.
Being begins.
My mother died yesterday.
Now I can be with her in peace for the memories are alive and all is well.
TALMADGE IVY SILK, 1920 – 2011, a wonderful mom
I must go be by her side.
What shall I wear? ...pants … a dress … make-up?
What shall I pack in my bag? ...water, hand lotion, her favorite bible passage?
The world says you are supposed to feel sad.
So why do I feel so jubilant?
Death will set her free from the hardship of moving and breathing
Inside a physical body that’s deteriorating with her trapped inside.
We put bad people in prison and make their lives miserable because we feel they deserve it
for the crimes against humanity they have been found guilty of.
But what about good people imprisoned by defective bodies?
What are they guilty of?
Do they deserve the prison of a dysfunctional body?
My mother is dying today.
She waits for me to arrive,
To say our goodbyes,
To capture last memories.
Today is the day her story ends.
How do I know? I just do.
My mother died yesterday.
I’m still by her side.
She rests so peacefully, quiet and still.
She looks like an angel, relaxed and ethereal.
All signs of life have vanished. Now what?
There is no more doing.
No more trips to the store for supplies.
No more late night vigils.
No more hospital admissions.
No more doctor appointments.
No more doing ……… with my mom.
Doing stops.
Being begins.
My mother died yesterday.
Now I can be with her in peace for the memories are alive and all is well.
TALMADGE IVY SILK, 1920 – 2011, a wonderful mom
It's so wonderful to hear your experience with your mother passing, Sylvia. Being able to feel peaceful and okay about it is quite a gift. I wasn't so fortunate when my mother passed away 12 years ago. She wasn't ready or wanting to pass on having been very strong and healthy to suddenly extremely ill and dying. It wasn't easy to watch her process being she was resisting and not wanting to go. But, that's the way it was and because of many factors, I felt extremely sad and had a difficult grieving process for a while. I think it's beautiful about your mother's process with you along her side. Thanks so much for sharing. Love, Lonni
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I loved what you wrote, Sylvia. Always true to the heart. Bless you and your Mother -- she truly brought such a loving, magnificently heart-warming and gifted daughter to Earth
all the best, now and always...
♥
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Beautiful expression of love and enlightenment of life as it truly is. Thank you for sharing your understanding and insights Sylvia. Love, Jennie Quan
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Dearest Sylvia, Sending you lots and lots of love and laughter and hugs at this time of transition. I can feel your mom's presence as one of brilliance and warmth and infinite wisdom. Releasing her physical body will only serve to liberate the fullness of all the wonderful energy that she is all about.
When I went into the light in my death experience, I learned to let go of the fear and judgment that was holding me from the fullness of my being. I realized there is no such thing as good and bad people. We are all connected and brilliantly synchronized in this mysterious web of life called love, each and everyone of us important parts of each others creation, taking on different roles as we learn to maneuver with greater ease and precision.
Much love always, Caroline
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FABULOUS, FABULOUS, FABULOUS...so true, so deep and so honest. What a lovely heart and wisdom you have. Love, Deb
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Blessings to you and to your Mom. Well done, both of you! Aren't our journeys amazing?
Leslie
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