My Mom’s Last Gift to Me

My dad was a typical Asian father.  He was in charge although we knew mom was the bedrock of the family.  Dad sacrificed a lot and made sure we had a roof over our heads, food on the table, clothes on our backs and an education.  When I started to work and gave money back to my parents, it was always to mom.  I pretty well used mom as a buffer.  It wasn’t that I was scared of dad.  It was just the way it was. 

Mom was always the one who would speak to dad.  She understood my father, his way of thinking and knew how to talk to him.  No matter how tired they were, they always made time every night to sit together and chat quietly.  Because dad was older, I always thought he would pass away first.  But that wasn’t the case.  Mom had a lot of illnesses and contracted a vicious form of cancer.  She passed away a few months after.  Dad was shaken to the core.  I didn’t know what to do with him and I never knew how to really talk to him.  But since mom’s passing, our relationship slowly grew.  He can be stubborn and annoying.  But I gradually enjoyed my weekly dinners with him.  He became my “date”.  We went to bookstores.  He would pass by the “Romantic Novels” section and proclaimed loudly that it was “garbage”.  We got a few glares from those faithful readers.  I helped him with his banking.  He never stopped giving me advice. 

When he started to get more and more confused, I started to get worried.  My instincts were to simply gradually bring him back to reality gently rather than act shock or confused.  He got me my first jock strap when I started high school.  I was too embarrassed to buy one myself for gym.  I got him his first adult diaper.  He told me he was too embarrassed about the problem and didn’t know what to do.

Every day at the hospital, I would make sure I hold dad’s hand or stroke it gently.  I joke with him.  He told me he was scared and that he prayed very hard.  He wasn’t sure if his prayers were answered.  He thought his prayers weren’t eloquent.  I told him prayers are prayers and they will be heard.  I keep telling him that we will be here and won’t abandon him. I never knew he prayed.  I never seen him this scared before.  

I don’t know what each day will bring.  Right now he just wants to go home.  So that’s what we’ll work towards.  Maybe the doctors will let him go home.

Mom was indeed the bedrock of the family.  She gave me one last gift when she passed away.  It was an opportunity to know my father a bit better and to see him in a different light. 
Thanks mom.


18 thoughts on “My Mom’s Last Gift to Me

  1. Pingback: My Mom’s Last Gift to Me | atlantaspoon

  2. Caring for an elderly parent can be very difficult — but you’re right in your belief that your mom gave you a wonderful gift. Maybe the doctors will let your dad go home — but also maybe to a different home — it’s important to keep up his spirits as you protect him from harm. The doctors can also help with that! My thoughts are with you ~ ~ ~

  3. I am ecstatic that I can see your blog and the post. I had commented on it at Xanga. I hope by now dad has improved considerably, and hopefully is home or soon will be. Muah.

  4. i think its really special, that you were able to bond with your dad in those ways…

    my mother in law said something similar to that, about how awkward her prayers sound, when she prayed in her last few weeks. you’re right.. prayers are prayers, God hears them all.

    your posts are deeply heartfelt. thanks for sharing with such honesty and openness.

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