When I was growing up, it was a custom for my family to wave goodbye to those leaving after a visit. We waved at the door, the end of the driveway and the airport. We waved until we could no longer see them, their car or plane! With tears in our eyes, we waved. In our hearts we already longed to see them again!
When we left for school or work, my mother would stand and wave until we were out of sight. There was something reassuring about seeing her, knowing she would be there when we returned. I guess that’s the power of the goodbye wave. It’s a physical confirmation of love.
Now, in her final stage of dementia, my mother has been in and out of hospice four times. Each time was a goodbye and each time I waved goodbye — each time, with tears in my eyes. Each time, I relived the grief of losing her. Each time.
Most days, I’m overcome with emotion, yet I cope, thanks to weekly support sessions. Please get the support you need and also remember that you are not alone.
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