My Mom died way too early. She was only 51. It was a very traumatic time for us. It started out with one of the most terrible sounds I know. The phone ringing in the middle of the night. One of my brothers calling to tell me that Mom had a major heart attack and to get home as quick as I can.
My Mom survived for 4 days after her heart attack. She was terribly sick and in pain. Trying to distract her I told her that I lost my watch. The watch was not valuable but it was my only watch and it was driving me crazy not to have it. My Mom latched on to the fact that I lost my watch and it consumed her thoughts. She kept giving me suggestions of where it might be. She finally fell asleep only to wake up about 10 minutes later to say that our Labrador had it. Our Lab was about 9 months old and very mischievous. My Mom started laughing and asked if he swallowed it would I be followed through life by a ticking Labrador like Capt Hook and his crocodile in Peter Pan? It was the last time I heard my Mom laugh.
Mom grew steadily sicker and sicker. The doctors said it was only a matter of time. At one point she died but they were able to revive her. Afterward my Mom said that she knew she had died and she was taken to this special place and in the place she saw some golden snakes or lights flying around. A man came to her and told her that she had to make a decision. She could either keep fighting or she could let go and come with him. My mom said she really wanted to let go and leave with the man but she was worried about who would take care of my Dad and their little dog. I told her that I would support whatever decision she wanted to make. If she wanted to fight I would help her. If she wanted to let go I would take care of my Dad and the dog. That night my Mom rallied. She was even moved to a room outside of Intensive Care and she asked to see her only grandchild who had not been allowed in to see her in Intensive Care. Five minutes after her grandchild left the room, Mom died. We all believed she had rallied just long enough to see her grandchild again and then she let go.
A month went by and I was still missing my Mom terribly (as I still do 10 years later) but life was moving on. I was about to leave on a business trip but I still had not found my watch. I decided to make one more effort and if I didn't find it I would have to buy a new one. After looking everywhere I could think of I turned and looked at the dog. I said to him "Grandma said that you have the watch. Can I have it back?" He just stood there looking at me with his tongue hanging out, looking goofy. Then he suddenly cocked his head as if he had heard someone call his name and he ran from the room. Thirty seconds later he was back with something in his mouth. He had my watch. I was dumbfounded. All I could think to do is say "Thanks Mom!"