As most of you know my beautiful Mother passed away the first week of July this summer. It has been so hard on all of us but especially my dad. They were together since they were 13 years old and up until the day she passed she only had eyes for him. They were a true love story. The day she passed we were all there, except my oldest brother. You see, the hospital had told us at around 8:30 am on that Saturday morning she would be going home, so my brother and his wife went to the woods and could not be reached in time. Then at around 11:00 am they called and said she was going. So my sister, my little brother, myself and my dad were all there. She was definetly struggling, she always pulled out of these situations for the sake of my dad.. Always. My dad was crying and he told her its okay to go, I’ll be right behind you, she looked over at him and with all the strength she had she gave him a half a wink and passed. Right up to the end she only had eyes for him.
My mother was the strongest woman I know. She has had so many health issues that started about 20 years ago. I lost count if the heart surgeries she has had, the days upon days in the ICU on a respirator, she had colon cancer and survived. She had a colostomy bag for the last 12 years and she did not have to undergo any chemo or radiation as they were able to remove all the cancer with her colon. Not one time did I ever hear my mother complain about that bag. There were times it would burst and make a terrible mess, there were times I had to change it for her, and still no complaints. Because of the bag she was on a strict “low ash” diet which meant no roughage whatsoever. No beans, lentils, no fresh vegetables, no fresh fruit with seeds, a complete 180 from their normal diet. I would make beans for her but I would soak the beans overnight and then peal them. The skin of the beans is what was bad for her. She could have lots of rice, potatoes, beets, sweet potatoes. Every once in a while some little seed from a tomato or a seed from raspberry jam would give her a bowel blockage. She would have to go to the hospital and endure a tube down her nose with a pump bringing up all the poison that was inside her intestines. Some days the hospital stays would be 2-3 but typically it was 7-10 days she would endure the tube down her nose. Again, I never heard her complain once. That was my mom. The strongest woman I’ve ever known. I feel very privileged and lucky to have been able to take care of her the last couple of years. One of our rituals was to do her nails. Her nails grew extra fast so once a week I would clip them back and paint them. She had macular degeneration and glaucoma so she was all but blind but she liked the bright colors I painted her nails. She especially loved a duo chrome nail polish that would change colors. One of her favorites was Catrice Heavy Metalilac.
Catrice Heavy Metalilac on my Mom. I guess it goes without saying I would give anything, and I mean anything to be able to sit with her and do her nails for her again.
My friend Carla, who lives in Germany sent me a new Catrice called Even More Heavy Metalilac and to tell the truth I’ve been dreading trying it. I knew it would bring up these issues with my Mom. I know I’m not the only one to lose their Mother, and from what I hear, you never stop missing them. So Mom, this one is for you.
I think you would have liked this one a lot as well.
Even More Heavy Metalilac is a deeper richer purple with not quite as much of a duo chrome as Heavy Metallilac but there is a bit of duo chrome, just not as much.
It’s going to be a while before I will be able to wear Heavy Metalilac so I am so grateful for the bottle sent by my friend in Germany of the new one.
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