04.03.05
Lonesome
The morning that my mother died, Daughter was just beside herself. I don’t think she understood what had happened, but she knew we were all upset. She is a very empathetic creature and there was nothing that myself or my husband could do to calm her. Daughter refused her sippy cup, she wouldn’t lay down for a nap, she didn’t want comfort from either of us. Finally, after about a half hour of wailing, my father asked if he could try.
We knew that he had been in physical pain that day and we asked him if he was sure. He said, “Yes.”
I picked up Daughter and gently placed her on Dad’s lap. He began to coo at her and say sweet words into her ear. Within minutes, both of them fell asleep. For four hours.
Yesterday, April 2nd, 2005, my father passed away.
