Below you can find another chapter from the book Thank you, mum. I hope it touches your heart.
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to prepare Annika, so that she won't be scared."
That's what you said to Dad when I
was very young and we were going to visit you at the hospital. You knew that
I'd find it frightening with the sterile, white environment. You knew I'd be
scared to see you that way, pale and gloomy, with tubes all over you. So, you
asked Dad to prepare me. It was beneficial, it was as if it wasn't even you
lying there in that bed. You even smiled and talked in the same way, just with
a more tired voice. During one of your hospital stays, you knitted a sweater for
me that I've kept to this day. It had its own pattern; one you'd made up on
your own. You never followed other people's patterns.
When I, myself, happened to get
hospitalized, after having a crash on my motorcycle, I was scared to call you.
How would you, who so often worried about me, deal with the fact that I was in
I called, making sure to tell you
I was fine, right off the bat, but that I was in hospital. You were calm.
Peaceful even. That's a reminder to us that our worrying is always worse than
reality. Our worries can grow uncontrollably, our imagination has no
boundaries. When something does happen, we're always able to deal with it.
Thanks, Mum, for preparing me for
the hospital visit. I thought about it when we finally got to visit you after
you'd been admitted - we didn't know it at the time - for the last time. Due to
Covid restrictions, we hadn't seen you in a week. We'd been getting reports
from the hospital, both good and bad news. Like that one time you'd stumbled
into the doctor's room.
“Whoops! I'm not supposed to be in here."
Then, you'd been talking in English to the staff. You probably thought
you were on vacation.
One report made us smile from ear to ear, hearing that you were doing
"She's with us, drinking, eating, and laughing."
We were so relieved and so happy. I put it down on my list of magical moments.
Then, things took a quick turn for
the worse. When Dad called to tell me we were allowed to come see you, we
suspected something was up. Why now? Why so suddenly? Were you dying? Is that
why? When we saw you, bundled up in a wheelchair with layers of blankets to
keep you warm, Dad turned to me and said, teary-eyed:
"Oh, how sick she looks, and so fast! My poor, dear Monica!"
We sat down and hugged you, for the first time in what felt like
forever. I didn't think you looked too sick. You just looked the way one does
in hospital, nothing to worry about.
Thanks for preparing me, Mum. Thanks
to the hospital staff for letting us see you despite restrictions. It turned
into a beautiful, emotional, and terribly hard meeting. You were so happy to
see us, but seeing Dad made your entire day. Your hands traced his whole face,
you pulled him closer. You hugged, you kissed, and you smiled again. Not a
tired, weak smile, but a big smile reaching from ear to ear. The kind of smile
mostly seen on little kids.
The staff asked us to make our visit
brief. We didn't care about that. We stayed until they asked us to leave. We
wanted to savor every second together. When we left, you were still happy.
Sure, we all look dreadful in hospital, Mum. But when we left, you looked
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This was a chapter from the book Thank you, mum. A book for those who miss someone.
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