A year ago I posted this. Yesterday we had visitors. We swam; the grandchildren laughed and joked, played hide and seek; we ate spaghetti bolognaise and ciabatta. I sat looking at all the happy faces and remembered Vic clinging to Danie. I remember the fear in her eyes. Her desperation. Her final Sunday.
Vic was desperately trying to finish the cards she had bought the boys. She wanted to write the perfect words. Words that would reach out to her boys from the grave. I remember my fear and frustration. Frustration that the cards had not been written and fear that it would not get done. So much pressure in death…
Tuesday brought an avalanche of visitors. It was a very, very emotional day. Vic was confused and seeing visions of angels and dead loved ones.
Vic’s friend Angela has been absolutely amazing. She has sat through many hours of Vic’s tears and fears. She has consoled and supported – at great personal expense. I have used Angela as a sounding board and dragged her into discussions with Siza. I discussed sedation and treatment options with her. She has hugged and messaged. She has been a pillar of strength.
Leigh, Jared BFF’s Mom, walked in on Tuesday with armloads of flowers. Vic’s room looked and smelled like a garden! It looked absolutely beautiful and Vic was thrilled.
Vic has refused to let go. She is holding onto life with every fibre of her being. She does not want visitors to leave and will try to get out of bed when they are here.
She cries and keeps asking “How do I say my final goodbyes?”
Esther visits every day. She picks up the boys after school. She is Vic’s guide. “Go towards the light. The light is good!” she keeps telling Vic. Esther is a ray of sunshine and like the Rock of Gibraltar. She is Vic’s sister in love.
It is heart wrenching!
Vic clings to her dad and the boys. She puts out her arms and says “Daddy don’t leave me…” When she sees her boys she cries “Please give me a hug…” and then “I love you more than life and then some more…”
I hate my life. I wish I were dead.
Vic's Final Journey 
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So very moving. It seems to wrong to press “like”.
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Thank you.
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I hope you don’t hate your life anymore. I hope you still want to be there for your family that is still here – your husband and Vic’s boys. She was a beautiful woman and is now yours and your husband and her boy’s angel. She is in a world that is more beautiful than we can even imagine. She is bathing in light, love, joy, and perfect peace.
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Hello, Tersia, I cannot wish you a belated, ‘Happy New Year’ but I can say that I hope this year is a better one than you can imagine. Reading your post of lovely Vic and her thought for others – whose vision is the true one? What she saw, or what we can’t?
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I believe Vic’s was…Happy New Year my friend!!
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Tersia, so terrible, and yet so lovely.
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I wish you peace, my friend. You break my heart; I wish I could heal yours.
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