Amy Lin Smith
July 19, 1933 - October 10, 2018
November 8, 2018
Inurnment Service at Haven of Rest Memorial Park
[video clip forthcoming]
You are my one and only mom who never abandoned me,
And I am your one and only daughter who wouldn't leave you on your own.
It wasn't easy to watch over you, but I was clever enough to find 'sisters' who could care for you,
keep you company, and help you heal your heart ... in ways that I could not.
I understand now how my mere existence is a reminder of your deepest sorrow and shame.
Yet, in every way that I have flourished as a woman, it reaffirms your dream, hope, and courage.
You have given me so much through self-sacrifice. I will continue to live by your teaching of inner
beauty beneath, and be reminded daily of your strength and will to rise above.
In times of emotional difficulties, you are every woman's model for fierce independence,
unapologetic rebellion, and raw smarts for survival.
I am so proud of you as my mother, and I am so proud to be your daughter.
from this moment on ...
... when you return
when we meet again ...
+ Event Details
Amy took a spill atop rug surface, head a near-miss on marble floor
Afternoon visit by RN finds her left leg aswell from hip to toe
MD issued forth an order for ultrasound, whilst RN urging call to 911
By night fall, full-occlusive DVT is confirmed by ER physicians
Mom is unmoved
Amy refused treatment and took an insulin shot in exchange for a ride home
Hoisted from one transport bed to another in linen sheets
Her butt sores are aflare
We nurse sores on top of open sores, turning a limp Amy this way and that
It gets worse before getting better, or is this the beginning of the end
Constipation sets in amidst incontinence, bodily decline outpacing the mind
In between her labored breaths, I draw prayers of peace and strength
Buddha grants release—Amy’s frail body rids itself of accumulated waste
I am in turmoil about choosing comfort care over acute intervention
Reflections of the daily miracle: I am surrounded by sisters/brothers in care
Amy is resting atop alternating pressure pad, floating in her air of tranquility
Will I rest, the moments between, until her hour of passing arrives?