Jose’s mother passed away a few days ago with a brain hemorrhage that occurred while she was having lunch with a friend. She was rushed to the hospital while in a coma and was declared brain dead a few hours after the incident occurred. She was in the ICU for a certain time and Jose went to the UK to remove the ventilator from her.
I can’t seem to get away from it, although very different from my father’s own circumstances, the image of the ICU, the ventilators, the news of brain death and the final moments of life reminded me of that moment with my father when his heart fluctuated its beat and then I saw him pass away. It is strange how memories are engrained in our minds, certain triggers, certain emotions, certain events cascade to remind us of deep emotions. Today I remember very vividly the final moments of my father’s life like it was just a few minutes ago. I see in slow motion of what has occurred, how my mom held my father’s hand, how my sister knew that it was really time, how the doctors suddenly stepped back, kept quiet and let us have our moment of grief.I remember their own tears, my own sorrow, my mother’s grief.
I know dear readers, it seems like another sad blog but I guess it is my way of remembering, a way of understanding my own sorrow, my nonchalant way of dealing with my own emotions. Tomorrow, I may remember nothing again.