Kathleen Mary Crout – love you Nana

Ten years ago today, I lost my very much loved Nana and my Mum lost her much loved Mum and became an orphan.

Mum and I sat with Nana and held her hand as she passed away peacefully, in my mind. Mums experience was that it was a terrible passing – that Nana wasn’t given sufficient morphine to keep her fully sedated.  That always made me uneasy that our experiences and memories were so different. It made me sad that it tortured Mum so much and I never really knew how to discuss it with Mum without feeling as though I was challenging her.

Three years and two months ago, I then held my Mum’s hand as she took her last breath. Hers was not a peaceful passing, lung cancer will do that. Struggling to get sufficient air in to your lungs is scary and trying to find a comfortable position is exhausting. Thankfully it was quick, but Mum was nowhere near as settled as Nana was and it plays on my mind that if Mum thought Nana’s passing was terrible, I really hope she wasn’t tortured in her final hours.

One VERY big difference was that Mum was not deserted in the years leading up to her death by her closest family. She was the lifeblood of our family, right there in the centre. She knew it and she loved it. Her kids were her greatest achievement, her greatest joy and her best friends. She had a deep and loving bond with her son and daughters “in-love” and she was adored by all of her four grandchildren. And we were all there in the room with her in her final hours (except for Lisa who was overseas) and most of us were in the room when she took her last breath. She made sure of it –  she waited for my husband to make it from the other side of town and 15 minutes before her last breath when Cullen and I were out if the room, she knew her time was coming and she called for us.

I tell myself that wasn’t a tortured passing. She was able to be conscious right up to the last moments – so she could wait for Bruce and call for her kids when she needed to. She was in a lot of pain and had been for hours, but she had found a way to transcend the pain, so she chose not to ask for drugs. I have wondered why we didn’t push for morphine to make  her difficulty in breathing less traumatic for her, but things happen the way they should and she wanted to be present in mind and choose when to go, which could be quicker than if drugs dulled her senses.

This was going to be a post about Nana – on the 10th anniversary of her passing, remembering her and what an amazingly strong woman she was and how she influenced my life. I miss my Nana, but bloody hell I miss my Mum more. I guess this was supposed to be a post about both of them and how 10 years ago we had to learn to live without Nana and then seven years later, I had to learn to live without my Mum.

I wish I had’ve talked to Mum more about her experience of losing her Mum. How difficult it was for her and how she felt.

But then again, maybe I didn’t want to face it. Now that I know how painful it is to lose the most important person in your life, maybe I actually couldn’t have coped with what she would have told me back then. I think she knew that and that’s why she didn’t talk to me about it.

I love you Nana and I love you Mum.

Two amazing women.

Much loved, and greatly missed.

 

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About kirra111

I am in my early 40's with a loving husband and a son. I came in to the blogging world recently when my much loved Mum (Catherine Crout-Habel) passed away. Genealogy and blogging became Mum's life in her later years when her body started failing her. Her blog is her legacy and I couldn't let it die with her.

10 thoughts on “Kathleen Mary Crout – love you Nana

  1. Passing of our love ones can never be easy and you will always have this imprinted in your memory of those events. Well done for putting it in writing so very well expressed Kirrily.xx

    • Thank you Mandy. I knew it was important for me to write a post remembering a Nana – Mum certainly would have. I really didn’t know that was the way it was going to go until I started writing. I really must post more. It feels good and it’s a great reconnection to Mum. Much love 😘

  2. What a beautiful and heartfelt post Kirrily. Your mum was so proud of her family and would have regarded any suffering as well worth the price to have more conscious, precious minutes with you. Hugs for you.

  3. A lovely post Kirrily. My grandmother died 1st September 1976. I still miss her. I wasn’t with her when she died but I hope it was peaceful. She held on to life until her two sons arrived to be with her.

    • Thanks Gallivanta. Yes, time doesn’t change how much you miss them, just the way you are able to learn to live without them. I always say that when it comes right to the end, the people that are supposed to be there are, and if people don’t make it there, then they are not supposed to be there. I have heard so many stories of people waiting for people to arrive and then people waiting for people to leave. The fact that she waited would have made it peaceful. Thanks for sharing.

  4. Lovely Kirrily….made me cry. I can only imagine how much you and your family miss her. I “knew” her such a short time and I miss her….much love xxx

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