March 19 2013
Thanks everyone else who has taken the time and care to comment, it's beautiful to be cared for by my Facebook family, hugely appreciated. Home now for a glass of red, my sister is showering, then back to hosptial, but not for me. I don't want to do it, I photograph too many dead people to want to see my mum like this. Over it. It was enough to hold dad in my arms as he went, I don't want to do that with mum.
I've said my goodbyes to her, and I am at peace with that. Candles are lit. x
At noon today we thought she would be gone by 1pm. Instead, her breathing regulated, her hands warmed up (!!) and here we are all those hours later. Death is a meanie, taking it's time, teasing and haunting us, every, single, fecking, day. We could still be having this conversation tomorrow! *faints.
Mum says in her halting, stuttering, breathy voice:"I must firmly tell my daughters; Family first". The irony made me weep. *sighs
Only 8 weeks ago today, my *almost 93yo mother, had sparking blue eyes, full of cheek and wit, rasing her wine glass and hugging her many grandchildren. Tonight, we keep virgil over her bed, as she sleeps peacefully snoring. Yoh Wah (*goodbye) Bunty, thanks for everything. I will miss you every day, and will never look at a telephone again without wanting to ring you at 5pm.
Worth sharing: "Go to sleep and rest your eyes. A clear conscience and no regret is what helps you sleep the sleep of babes. You have done what can be done. Believe me do not be afraid of death or the things left unsaid. Instead be able to celebrate life joy and happiness for these are what lives are for."
March 20 2013
The wind howls around the house, and cries through the trees: Where is our mother? Where is our mother?
RIP Pearl Warby, our Mother of 3 girls and 3 boys. Reader, gardener, opera lover, wife of a soldier, daughter, sister and mother to us all. Bless you and keep you in His loving arms. Toujours gai - and always a Lady. Yow Wah *goodbye
My 2 sisters are back home, red eyed, happy with grief. Phone calls are made...softly...gently.. We fresh ophans sit and raise our glasses of champagne, toasting our mum.
Playing The Lark Ascending for mum. (*And the lark just rises, going up, and up, and finally, it's out of sight) Having a quiet weep. She always wanted this for her funeral. Today we carefully ironed her beautiful purple blouse we all love, bought fresh white pretty knickers for her, and took her clothes to the funeral arranger. This afternoon we met with the always amazing Fr Cameron and planned her Service. Have to say, it’s going to be beautiful.
Flowers have started to arrive. Thank you to everyone for your kind thoughtfulness, with your loving Facebook posts, your beautiful Twitter messages of support, your phone calls, Sms’s and so on. Please know they are all read, noted, and enjoyed. Bless. X
Mum and I loved Archy and Mehitabel: we would often quote bits to each other. Please enjoy. http://donmarquis.com/archy-and-mehitabel
Happy Birthday Eve my darling mum, tomorrow we send you off with Grace and dignity, style and love. If you could see the waxing moon over Mt Archer, if you could feel the gentle night wind on your cheek once more, and know that your life was charmed, difficult, original and amazing. If you could only know, once more, the feel of my arms around you.
I wish! Sleep now my darling girl, sleep now, brave girl. I love you. X
Please bear with me if I indulge in a little 1am quiet sob for my mum, whom I will never know. A private, reserved woman. The stranger in our midst. Yah wah mum. *goodbye
My aunty has my mother’s ears, and her own, twisted, paralyzed hands. She moans softly, Mum, mum. I am here.
Like a modern day Gulliver, the family ties that gently wrapped loving arms around me, and gave me a stable, solid grounding; from tropical Cairns and Rockhampton, to Toowoomba and beyond to far flung Wollongong; have unravelled, as old age and death claimed the matriarchs, aunties and godmothers in my life.
I drift through the days and nights, float through sleepless weeks, unweighted. The lightness both disturbs and comforts me, as I put into place life lessons learned from years of conversations and hands-on experience. I have to trust that I know enough. I need to believe that I can do this living, without her voice on the end of the phone.
Without aunty laughs and arms surrounding me with joy. Without female approval or judgement.
It has be enough.
She actually said: i love you, i love you, the naughty one. Sigh. X
Glad i am here, although i DID say no more death bed scenes. Still, who are we to write the script?
All a part of life & living, this dying business. Sitting cross legged in hall with a cuppa trying 2 get internet
Chatting to nurse Wendy. 'What was your husband like?' to mum. He was a beautiful man, she says. I cried, hearing that.
Mum glances to her right. 'Who's that?' she asks, nodding to the corner of the room. I nudge Carolyn. 'Is it a man or a woman mum?' I ask
She can't tell me. She looks around her room. 'There's 1,2,3 of them' she says. I stare and smile at nothing but curtains and the sink.
Carolyn suggests it might be mums angels, but mum isn't convinced. Yet she still counts them loud. One. Two. Three.
Mum is snoring. So sweet x
Sitting in the hallway playing solitaire, missing my pillow. Glad i am here though. Might make a nest in mums big chair. Goodnight x
Gawd i am freezing! Thin white hospital blanket, brrr. Mum still snoring.
Good morning Groovers. Sis and i at hospital with mum, starving for Maccas breakfast, lol. Long night. Long day ahead.
the morphine is making her confused.
Think she "saw" 3 people in the room last night. Kept asking the time since 4am, witching hr
We will go soon, once witching hour has passed, come back later and do it all again.
Sending warm thoughts to you today..."thanks, i will wrap them around my shoulders like an old friend x
"I'm just a patient, who doesn't know: what's it all about?" says mum.
Remember family, says mum, then drifts off with a smile on her face. I wonder what that memory was?
It’s a restless wind in Rocky tonight, yachts jerk, trembling on their anchors, trees shake their manes with impatience, doors rattle.
It's a restless night tonight, the wind slaps the blinds and spanks unseeing windows.
Be able to celebrate life joy and happiness for these are what lives are for.
I am at home, listening to the wind shiver around the house. Sisters at hospital. Tired, bedtime xx
Back to sleep 4 me, mums candle went out, big wind here, think she is gone, dunno
RIP my darling mother with the laughing blue eyes, I shall always be grateful to you.
she was always a lady with a wicked sense of intelligence & humour. At peace now. Bless.
I am an ophan, the person who supported me & believed in me, listened to me, is gone. So non-judgmental & loving...
With life, comes death. My mother is teaching me gently, still.
she was our matriarch, much loved
we won the jackpot with our parents. Marvellous lives x
I think what I'll miss most is her unconditional support, always interested in whatever funeral I'd film, supportive x
Mum's funeral notice in paper, looks good.
Magpies & crows having animated conversations #Rocky
Such a perfect circle.
Thanks Twitter buddies, give me strength to read the Eulogy (my part) & send her off with dignity.
We want happy funeral, she had a great life. Warby-time is over. Bless
So it is done. We orphans gave mum a dignified, memorable, creative Service. Yoh Wah mum. *goodbye #funerals