Friends

07 December 2011

If only people would stop and think.....

A recent court case in this country (read about it here) concerned a woman who was told she could not visit her 78 year old mother since the old lady had had a stroke and would be unable to recognise or communicate with her daughter. The article went on to say that the daughter was deprived “of the opportunity to speak with her mother before they were separated forever by death”.

This story disturbed me. It took me right back 50 years, to the year my Dad died. Believe me he was far too young to die and it broke my heart because I had been unable to say goodbye.


When Dad had a severe heart attack we discovered that certain valves in his heart had collapsed. After a period of hospitalization he was given strong medication and sent home with the warning that under no circumstances was he to get stressed. He was to be kept quite and calm. In those days medical science was not as advanced as it is today so there was little hope that he would survive.

I was married and living away, without any access to the house. Mom had taken my house keys the day I left and never gave them back. Consequently I had to knock the door or ring the bell whenever I called to see my father. Mom continued to work, leaving Dad alone in the house.

One day I called at a time when I thought Mom would be at home, only to find a note on the front door which read ‘SICKNESS, DO NOT DISTURB. PLEASE DO NOT RING OR KNOCK THE DOOR.’ The back of the house was also locked and bolted. You can imagine my dilemma.

Trying to suppress my anger I went away to ponder on what to do next. The telephone had been put out of bounds to outside callers because it was felt that Dad might be anxious to get to the phone before it stopped ringing which could cause some anxiety.

A plan was devised. I wrote a letter to tell Dad that I would ring at a certain time and that I would use a three-ring code so he would know it was me. It worAdd Imageked. Twice.

I expressed my disappointment that I couldn’t just call to see him but all he said was ‘You know what your mother’s like’. I did, I also thought her new rules were way over the top.

As I said above, I managed two phone appointments before he passed away. He died alone and I wasn’t there to say goodbye. Just like the article, it was forbidden!

Even though I frequently told myself that it was done ‘for the best’ I have never fully got over the fact that I wasn’t there for my father. Indeed, no-one was there for him. So sad.

11 comments:

Patsy said...

Both these cases are very sad. I'm sure those involved did what, at the time, they thought was best for the person who later died, but it seems they may have forgotten the needs of the other people involved.

Brian Miller said...

i am sorry you were unable to spend time with your father...i think it is just wrong...

KaLynn ("MiMi") said...

I am soo sorry. It is tragic that people are like that. Hugs.

Pat said...

Both stories are so sad....AND seem ludicrous to me. I am so sorry that you couldn't see your father. I'm sure he knew you loved him and wanted to be with him.

Montanagirl said...

Very sad. I didn't get to say goodbye to my Mom either. I was in Alaska when she passed away.

Ron said...

How sad (in both cases) because whether or not someone had a stroke or is even seriously ill and not able to speak, I still think they are aware and can hear someone present and speaking to them.

Like you, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to my mother before she passed. And as Brian shared...I think it is just wrong because we didn't have closure. It's one thing to not be there if someone suddenly dies from an accident (which is also hard to deal with), but to be forbidden to partake in someones passing (like you and I were) when we knew they are sick and dying is even more hard.

We just have to believe that both your father and my mother knew how much we loved them and wanted to be there with them.

Because on some higher spiritual level, I think they both knew.

(((( Valerie ))))

X

Ron said...

P.S. love your new blog header!

HermanTurnip said...

Ugh. I can relate.

My father just had a heart transplant three weeks ago. His valves were giving away. Luckily a donor came through just in time, and he's now on the mend.

Wow. Thanks for the story!

Valerie said...

Patsy, I agree. More thought should be given to those 'in waiting'.

Brian, that's correct ... it was very wrong.

Valerie said...

Good morning Ron. We share so many things that I always value your opinion.

'We just have to believe that both your father and my mother knew how much we loved them and wanted to be there with them.'

Yes, our parents knew, as we know they loved us, but it's hard to find closure even after all the passing years. My Dad was my best friend and I loved him very much... yes, he knew that.

I thought the winter visiting fieldfare would make a nice header leading up to Christmas.

Mel said...

Made me sad... For a number of reasons. Mostly because I missed a visit to the hospital on the day my birth mother died. I was five--and I know people were doing what they felt was right.
Still....makes me sad.