- Jul 14, 2020
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I visited my mother in August and just a few weeks later, on the 15th of September she has gotten sick and fell from the stairs on the way down to her neighbour, causing internal bleeding in the back of her head.
The befriended neighbour told me on the previous day she fell on her bathroom floor. As we later learned, that caused internal bleeding in the front part of her head. This has most likely caused the second fall.
It felt so strange coming to her flat for the second time, less than a month after I spent my summer holidays here with her, but this time the flat was empty...
She died exactly one week after the accident, on the 22.09. Just two days after I came down. I managed to visit her twice in the hospital. On the 20th, the day I arrived here, and the following day. On the second visit she was laying on another station, with less care. They knew she won't make it. Hearing the rumbling of fluid in her chest was the most horrible sound I've ever heard in my life...
She went just a few hours later at 00:40 in the night.
As the rules demand, she has been taken to undergo autopsy, to make sure no third person has caused the death. We had to wait 3 weeks for her body to be processed there. Living in her flat. If you don't have the death certificate, there's not much that you can do in the offices, well, pretty much nothing actually...
We've been told six docs have resigned at the forensic medicine... Papers have been circling between the hospital, the Prosecutor's Office and Forensic Medicine, per normal post..
Finally after obtaining her body and going to 5 different places yesterday, her Funeral will finally take place on the 24th of November, that's next Friday.
Music and running has been helpful so far.
Also the fact my brother has been beside me all along.
Biggest argument to keep my shape, is knowing my mother would've absolutely hated it, if she was the reason I feel bad. That really forced me not to stumble and fall in this situation. I wake up and start exercising right on the bed pretty much every day. I've ran a 10k race the week she died, have been eating well and listen to music.
She was a very peculiar person, had a life you could make films about. We've been homeless together in a foreign land, We've experienced home abuse together for a number of years, we've endured many other extreme situations together.
I've promised myself and her:
This will make me stronger, like everything else we've been through. I appreciate every smallest thing even more than before...
The befriended neighbour told me on the previous day she fell on her bathroom floor. As we later learned, that caused internal bleeding in the front part of her head. This has most likely caused the second fall.
It felt so strange coming to her flat for the second time, less than a month after I spent my summer holidays here with her, but this time the flat was empty...
She died exactly one week after the accident, on the 22.09. Just two days after I came down. I managed to visit her twice in the hospital. On the 20th, the day I arrived here, and the following day. On the second visit she was laying on another station, with less care. They knew she won't make it. Hearing the rumbling of fluid in her chest was the most horrible sound I've ever heard in my life...
She went just a few hours later at 00:40 in the night.
As the rules demand, she has been taken to undergo autopsy, to make sure no third person has caused the death. We had to wait 3 weeks for her body to be processed there. Living in her flat. If you don't have the death certificate, there's not much that you can do in the offices, well, pretty much nothing actually...
We've been told six docs have resigned at the forensic medicine... Papers have been circling between the hospital, the Prosecutor's Office and Forensic Medicine, per normal post..
Finally after obtaining her body and going to 5 different places yesterday, her Funeral will finally take place on the 24th of November, that's next Friday.
Music and running has been helpful so far.
Also the fact my brother has been beside me all along.
Biggest argument to keep my shape, is knowing my mother would've absolutely hated it, if she was the reason I feel bad. That really forced me not to stumble and fall in this situation. I wake up and start exercising right on the bed pretty much every day. I've ran a 10k race the week she died, have been eating well and listen to music.
She was a very peculiar person, had a life you could make films about. We've been homeless together in a foreign land, We've experienced home abuse together for a number of years, we've endured many other extreme situations together.
I've promised myself and her:
This will make me stronger, like everything else we've been through. I appreciate every smallest thing even more than before...
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