In Somber Remembrance
Now that I have some time to write again, it won’t yet be an update to my last post.
If you read the first part of my weight loss program that I’ve began, I mentioned my best friend’s mother. I talked about how she inspired me, in a way, to not let myself get past a certain limit. She motivated me to never go too far down the spiral. I’ve never told her that, since it was more about learning from her mistakes than from her leadership. But I couldn’t tell her now if I wanted to.
She passed away earlier this week, in her early 60s. She didn’t even make it to 65.
I have been reflecting a lot, but more so, I have been thinking about how my friend must have felt. It’s not my place to give out personal details for either of them, but one of the things that disturbs me most is that she didn’t merely slip away.
She was in the ICU for a long time. They tried many different things but ultimately, it was the machines keeping her alive.
When they turned them off, she only lasted a few more minutes.
Her family had to watch her pass away.
It is truly agonizing to imagine watching a loved one struggle to take their final breaths, as their life slips away before your very eyes. Tears begin to well up in my eyes every time I try to envision what those final moments must have been like.
Her husband stayed by her side, kissing her and reassuring her of his love. My friend held her hand, crying and waiting for it to be over.
Her family was not surprised at losing her, due to her already poor health, but they didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Like with most things, they always thought that it would be next time. But this time, “next time” was now.
Without her knowledge, she has once more inspired me – and much more so now – to do something to get myself in better health.
For that, I would like to thank her.
If only I still could.