Last year May 19 was a Saturday. I remember it well. Jared and I were
sitting at the table eating breakfast. The weather was beautiful so the
kids had already run off to the backyard to play. Jared's brother,
Loren, had been staying with us for the week. He, too, was outside
playing with the kids. I had helped my dad place my mom in hospice
care earlier in the week.
Jared and I had taken our kids down to say
their goodbyes to my mom on Friday afternoon. My mom couldn't speak
much at this point. She was in severe pain and her oxygen levels were
so low that it took great effort to speak. However, she hugged each of
my children one by one and told them that she loved them. As we were
leaving, my mom grabbed my hand and pulled me to her side. Jared saw
this and stepped out into the hall with the kids. She pulled her oxygen
mask off and told me to sit beside her. I did and she pulled me close
and said, "I need you to know how proud I am of you and I need to tell
you that I love you. Do you know that I love you?" I told her that I
did know that she loved me. She finished by saying, "I love you so
much, Stacy." Those were the last words I ever heard her say to me. I spent all of Friday evening at the nursing home with my dad, my
sister and my Uncle Larry and Aunt Darla. Other friends and family came
through that night as well. She didn't speak at all that night. She
listened as we all visited with her. She nodded her head to answer
questions, she smiled and at one point she even laughed at Lisa and I teasing
our dad.
So, that Saturday morning one year ago, Jared and I
ate breakfast and made our plans for the day. Jared was going to work
in the yard with the kids and Loren. I was going to spend the day at
the nursing home with my mom.
That's when the phone rang. It
was my dad telling me the news. My mom had passed away just 20 minutes
earlier. I told him I'd be right over and hung up the phone. I turned
to Jared and collapsed into his arms sobbing. I eventually pulled
myself together and went over to see my dad.
I picked up my sister
along the way and when we arrived at my dad's house we were met by my
Uncle Steve and Aunt Nancy. They would prove to be a huge strength to
the three of us that morning. We went over to the nursing home and
cleaned out her room, we scheduled a meeting with the mortuary, we spoke
with numberless family members, we began funeral arrangements, etc. My
brothers would arrive in town later that day and late that night. It
was a busy and incredibly emotionally exhausting day.
The week
would continue in the same exhausting manner. We were blessed with
amazing friends and ward members that offered so much support. Some of
them brought us meals, others called and gave support, others dropped by
little treats and snacks, we even received emails from ward members
offering love and support. We also felt the prayers of our dear
friends and family and the spirit of the Lord helping us through the week.
I can't say
enough about how amazing and what a strength Jared was to me. He took
the whole week off work and ran the entire household. He took care of
kids, homework, cooking, cleaning and laundry. I would leave each
morning to take care of many different things. He would call me often
throughout the day to check in on how things were going and if I was eating
and what I needed from him. He would hold me at night while I cried.
When my dad asked me to speak at the funeral, Jared helped me write the
most difficult talk I've given in my life up to this point. He was
truly amazing. I know I couldn't have made it through that difficult
week without him.
So, today marks one year since my mom passed
away. I still miss her everyday. We've made it through all the firsts
without her. I won't lie, it's been hard. I can't tell you how many
times I've wanted to call her and tell her something funny one of the
kids said or express frustration about my day or ask her for some
parenting advice. However, I'm glad she hasn't had to suffer anymore.
We got together tonight as a family for dinner and to remember
our mom. We went to the cemetery and told things we loved about her.
My sweet little Ethan remembered her love for everyone. It melted my
heart. If there's anything I would want my children to remember about
her it would be her great love for them. She truly loved being a
Grandma with her whole being. My dad asked us to song I Am A Child of
God together so we did. Then everyone released one balloon in her
honor.
It was an emotional day, but still, it was a good day.
Sometimes tears can be cleansing and I feel like today they were. I'm
grateful to a mother who instilled in me a great love for this gospel
and for my family. I'm grateful for many happy memories I have of her
that will always be with me. Today, I'm mostly grateful I was blessed
to be her daughter. I will always miss you and love you mom!