it was only a week past Friday when Linda came for her last treatment with me. She was doing so well after suffering from the side affects of some new tablets. They had left her almost unable to speak and with very blurred vision so she could see where to walk on her own. She had been coming to me twice a week for the previous three weeks and she was getting stronger again each day. She walked in by herself that Friday on her high healed clogs that quite frankly I would have broken my neck if I’d tried to walk in them.
It was during that treatment that I told her I had started to write her sons story. She had tears in her eyes when I asked her to please think of a title for his chapter. I told her she could have anything she wanted and whatever she decided it should be, that’s exactly what I would call it.
Her husband has since told me they had a lovely day on the Saturday deciding where they would go on their holidays. Instead of going abroad they were going to go down south for two weeks and then to Scotland for two more.
When he woke on the Sunday morning she was half in and half out of the bed and he couldn’t rouse her. She was taken into hospital and never regained consciousness. She apparently passed away very peacefully in her sleep early last Sunday. She just slept away. Her husband wasn’t with her because the hospital hadn’t thought to ring him, as she hadn’t been expected to die so soon.
I could kick myself.
I saw her on the Friday, she had a major stroke in her sleep during Saturday night Sunday morning, and the following Sunday she passed away. She never got the chance to give me the title for the chapter all about her son, in my new book. If only I had asked her a few weeks before.
Hindsight Is a wonderful thing.
If I’d followed my instincts I would have asked her months ago, but I thought I had time. When oh when will I learn?
Yet another lesson for me.
Blessings to one and all