The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]

But given the standard I normally write at, this has – if I may say so myself – been pretty good. And hopefully today will top that off, albeit in a pretty emotional and confronting way.

Let’s see …

When I was young, I remember thinking that I never wanted to be with my parents when they died. My belief was the pain of watching them go would be too much for me to deal with. That seeing their final moments would leave an indelible scar on me for the rest of my life.

Thank fuck I came to my senses …

Because while their deaths were – and continue to be – the worst days of my life, I’d have been haunted if I’d not been by their side.

It could have happened.

It could have happened easily given I was living in different countries when they passed.

Australia for Dad. China for Mum.

But for reasons I’ll be eternally grateful for, I was there. With them. Able to tell them how much I loved them, was grateful for them and would do my best to honour them.

Because even though I was drowning in a sea of overwhelming grief as I witnessed them take their final breaths, it was the moment I understood – with absolute certainty and clarity – why I had to be there.

For them. And for me.

A few years before Mum died, her sister-in-law passed away. It was unexpected and she died at home on her own. To be discovered the following day.

Mum was understandably very upset about this. Not just for the loss of a woman she liked very much, but that her final moments had been on her own. That she must have been so scared. So desperate to be surrounded with the people she loved.

One day, while visiting from Shanghai, Mum confessed how she feared this would happen to her. That she’d be alone. I’d never heard her say something like this before and it genuinely haunted me. Not just in that moment, but till the end.

My Mum was an amazing woman. She had endured a huge amount of hardship through her life and all I wanted to do was look after her. But she was also fiercely independent, so it was always hard to get her to accept anything from me. In her mind, I had to focus on my life – not hers – which is why revealing her fear was so heartbreaking.

You see, not only was she acknowledging her own mortality – which was devastating to hear, let alone for her to say – she was admitting there was something I could do for her, even though we both knew it was something that was almost impossible to ensure.

What made this even more emotionally charged is that we both knew that this admission had ‘slipped out’.

Mum spent her life trying to protect me from pain and inconvenience at all costs – from her gentle words to try and coax me out of my delusion that Dad would miraculously get better after his devastating strokes through to me finding notes she’d written prior to death to make sure it was easier for me to handle her affairs – so the pain of hearing her fear was no doubt matched by the pain she felt for causing me sorrow.

She was that sort of person. A wonderful, compassionate and considerate human. A woman who would genuinely give someone her last £1 than keep it herself. Which I admit, annoyed the fuck out of me sometimes. Ha.

And that’s why I’m so grateful I was with her when the worst happened. As I was with Dad. And if you look back to March/April 2015 on this blog, you will read the anguish and pain I went through. But among all the desperation and loss, you’ll also see clues why I was so happy to be there on one of the worst days of my life.

Because while the idea of not having to see your loved one’s die, makes some sort of sense – the reality is quite different.

In fact, I’d go even further.

As bone crushingly devastating saying goodbye to a loved one is, it’s not as agonising as you would feel for not being there.

You see at that point, it’s not about you – but them.

However you feel has to place second-fiddle to their needs and situation.

For them, knowing they’re not alone at their final moments gives them peace. A way to leave with love rather than just fear. It doesn’t matter if they’re conscious not, they know and I can say this with absolute certainty.

As I said at Dad’s funeral, when we arrived to be by his side after an urgent call from the hospital, we found his body in the throes of turning off all the lights. Imagine someone walking around their old house and checking that all the windows were closed, all the lights were off and all the doors were locked. Making sure everything was done before they left for good. That was Dad and his body had almost finished its final check bar one little candle flickering in the night. But the thing was, he wasn’t going to blow that out till we were there … till we could tell him he could go … that we loved him … that we were grateful for all he had done for us … that we knew he loved us.

And when we did that, we watched him metaphorically blow out that final light out without fuss. A dignified, quiet passing, leaving us distraught with the loss but happy we were together.

Which is why I am so glad I came to my senses about not wanting to be there when my parents died. Because if I did that, not only would I have left my parents to experience fear instead of comfort and loneliness instead of love, I would have spent a lifetime trying to come to terms with what I’d done. How in my selfishness, I’d left people I loved – and love – at their most desperate and alone, at a time where they arguably needed me most in their life.

Of course, for some, they don’t have the option to be there.

Sometimes it’s because of circumstance, sometimes because of situation. And to them, I hope they are able to find some sort of peace because I can’t imagine the pain and burden that must inflict on them.

Now I say all this for 2 reasons.

One. Because tomorrow is the 9th anniversary of my wonderful Mum dying.

Two. I recently read an article that brought all this back to me … but through a perspective I’d never considered – the final days of a pet.

As you know, I bloody love my cat Rosie.

She’s basically my first real pet … and while we originally got her to keep Jill happy, she has become a true member of the family.

I’ve turned down jobs because of her.
I’ve started companies to bring in her favourite food for her.
I’ve taken big freelance jobs to aid her movement to new countries for her.

She is very, very special to me.

She is also, very, very old … and while she is generally fit and well … for the last few years I’ve wondered if this is the year we have to say goodbye.

It will happen eventually. I mean she turns 17 this year. SEVENTEEN. And my worst thought is having to one day take her to the vet to put her down.

And despite the lessons I’ve learned from my parents passing, my initial thought was if we had to do that for Rosie, I’d not be able to be there. It would be too hard.

And then I read this.

[Whether a pet owner or not, please read it]

Of course it should have been obvious.

Of course it should never be even a consideration.

But while we treat pets like members of the family, at the worst moment – many of us disassociate ourselves to try and protect ourselves.

Forgetting that at that moment, it isn’t about us – but them.

Yes we will be devastated.
Yes it will be horrific and hard.
But how do we think it is for them?

To face your final moments and not see the person who has been there loving them and looking out for them must be terrifying and confusing. Alone in an unfamiliar room with unfamiliar people.

As the article states:

“You have been the centre of their world for THEIR ENTIRE LIVES!!!!”

“90 per cent of owners don’t actually want to be in the room when he injects them so the animal’s last moments are usually them frantically looking around for their owners”.

Frantically looking for their owners.

Take that in.

I don’t imagine its that different for people in their final moments.

They need us. They need us to feel they still have us. That their final moments are with love and not abandonment.

I know it’s hard. I know it’s horrific. But I also know it’s not about us – not really.

So I write this to say that should you be of the opinion you don’t want to be there … that the pain would be too much. Know I sympathise, but also know it won’t nearly be as painful or deep as the knowledge that you weren’t.

Give the people. pets and places you love a hug, call or kiss this weekend.