I went out with a friend EN, whom I have not seen for months, the other day. She told me her mother had passed on and it was a relief for her...I was a bit surprise but I can understand why she felt the sense of relief. Her mother had been in the nursing home and bedridden for months maybe years... she was over 80 years old and had cancer and dimentia. EN put her in the nursing home when it was impossible for her to care for her 24/7 and with a job to attend to.
There was no funeral services and she didn't attend the cremation but she built a nice rock pool in her garden and placed her mother's ashes in a jar in the garden she loved. She then invited her mother's relatives and closest friends to pay their last respect. I don't know much about EN but I know she is the only child and had been living overseas since she was in her early twenties and came back recently when her mother got sick.
This made me think about myself...what if something happen to me.."kick the bucket" while away from home. I would want to be sent home but who's going to take care of that....it is not fair to give so much trouble to others. It is quite daunting even to think about these things but it's a fact of life... I think about it all the time, I just don't want to talk about it.
Hmmm... whatever it is.. if I had a choice I would want to live untill I get back home to retire. Que sera sera.....
