My mother’s memorial
Approximately in 2009, my mother was at her gym, Curves when she passed out and the workers called me to let me know that an ambulance had taken her to Simi Valley Hospital. There, she had several tests done in the emergency room. Once they realized it was something they could not help her out with, they transferred her to Los Robles Hospital. At Los Robles Hospital, the doctor told me that he was going to operate on her. She had what John Ritter had passed away from (Aorta Dissection). The doctor wanted me to give her last rights. He was saying all that in front of her, while she was lying on the Gurnee. I told her she would be alright and I would see her later after surgery. I did not want to scare her on one hand and in a way, I knew it was not her time and God would be with her. I waited in the waiting area for over 8 hours. Yes, she was in surgery for around 8 to 10 hours. I was afraid, but did not want to show my mother that I was afraid. I was trying to be strong for her. When she was brought to her room after surgery, I went there and waited for her to wake up. She did wake up and after a couple of weeks in the hospital, she was able to go home. Alan and I brought Thanksgiving to her in the hospital and we celebrated Thanksgiving together and we were all thankful that she survived and was going to be alright.
Fast forward 8 years… Alan and I went to her house and she seemed alright. She had taken a coffee out of the microwave and began to drink it. She was unsure of some things when we asked her questions. After a few minutes, we convinced her to go to the hospital and be checked out.
I drove her there and we walked in and everything was fine. The next day, she did not know much and she had some trouble forming her words. She was really frustrated with not being able to speak. I knew though, that with her attitude and determination, she would gain the ability back.
She was in Simi Valley Hospital this time for a couple of weeks, and when she got stronger, they took her for a ride in the ambulance to a rehab in Northridge, where she got excellent care and was there for around two more weeks before being released to go home.
After a year, of constant rehab and me working with her on saying her bible verses, she was able to speak again, and walk again. A year later, she was doing so much better. Then, on November 2, 2016, she did some work in her yard and was so tired that she went to bed early. Alan and I went to her home to see if she was alright and she was in bed. I got her to take her prescriptions and tried to get her to get up, but she was so tired, she would not get up. She did though, take her pills. She even apologized to us for being so tired. She wanted to get up and talk with us, but she was just to tired. The next day, I went to the house on my lunch break around 10:00AM and she had passed away around 2 or 3AM in her own bed. When Alan and I saw her the night before, she was lying normally in bed and the next day, she was lying there with her feet facing the pool. It looked like she had gotten up to go to the bathroom and went back to bed and just did not make it all the way up on her pillow. Or, she went to her patio door and looked at the pool. She loved her pool, even though she could not swim.
Since the passing of my mother, I have no family to talk to about any of this. I do have my husband, whom I love with all of my heart, but my brother lies and got my father to threaten me and all my sister does is throw her guilt onto me. I miss my mother very much!! Every where I go in Simi Valley, I think of her, miss her and sometimes, I think I see her.