Another TSR Challenge..

This was a life story challenge Jenn posted.. I believe it’s from Ali’s book? But I chose to do one that the story is not a happy one.. here’s the journaling:

 

On the heart – left page:  On September 24, 1998 it was time, my mom passed away with my dad by her side.

 

 

Right page:

I don’t remember the exact date but I will always remember the moment clearly.  The moment my mom took a turn for the worst.  It was a quiet evening at home.  Tired, my mom went to bed and a few moments later, I heard the quiet panic in my dad’s voice as he called for me.  As soon as I entered the bedroom, I knew it wasn’t good.  My mom’s breathing was so labored my chest hurt watching her try to breath.  My dad told me to call 911.  I hesitated.  My mom didn’t want any life extending measures taken I knew the EMTs have to attempt to resuscitate especially since a formal DNR hadn’t been drafted yet.  In this moment of hesitation, I looked at my dad.  The look in his eyes, he was not ready, even if my mom was.  I don’t know the exact reason, my dad, me my brother, denial.. I wasn’t ready?  I called 911.  The EMTs arrived stabilized my mom and transported her to the hospital, where she never left.  She spent the last weeks of her life in a cold bed around semi-strangers.  I do appreciate the closure we all received with these extra weeks, knowing it was the end helped us cherish them and know we had our chance to say good-bye.  However, there will always be a part of me that wishes I had called my brother, not 911.  That he came over and my mom died in her bed with her family surrounding her.