Weathering the Storm

On the eve of the 10 year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, my thoughts are with those who survived its devastation and the loss of their loved ones. In this memoir excerpt, I think back to my own vigil at that time, waiting by my mother’s side as she lay dying.

In the lobby, scenes play out on television of the death and destruction brought by Hurricane Katrina as my mother lies dying. I watch as desperate people cling to rooftops struggling not to drown. I feel I am drowning too as death churns around us, lapping at us like the flood waters from that great storm. I feel tremendous empathy for their suffering while I witness my mother suffering on a different level, as her body slowly begins to shut down and her face winces in pain.

We waited at death’s door

But death was not kind

She took her time

 Morphine finally helps to make her more comfortable and now she looks humble and peaceful, as the long hours pass and visitors come and go. Then our family encircles her, holding hands as she releases her last breath with grace and dignity. We are brought closer by the intimacy of death. At home, we sit up late into the night talking, crying, and reminiscing. For she is gone.

 Well of Grief

 As Dad and I enter the psychiatric facility to see Kathy, I am filled with trepidation. I know we will be telling Kathy about mom’s death but also this place feels hopeless to me. It is one of the worst ones—patients are milling about long halls with open doors, it is noisy and disorganized. We met with Kathy in a drab lounge. I notice a cartoon-like drawing on the bulletin board and recognize it as one of her drawings of a small, carefree figure and I praise her for it.

Kathy is withdrawn. Her dark hair is dirty and uncombed, her clothes unkempt. This is neither a good place nor a happy time. We have brought her a chicken sandwich.

Before too long, Dad gives her the news.

“Helen died yesterday.”

Kathy is quiet and stops eating the sandwich.

“This is like the sandwiches Mom made.” Her words hang in the air. Then she breaks down.

Why did she have to die?

I wrap my arms around my sister in comfort.

“I know! We loved her so much.”

Both of us cry a bit, drawing from a shared well of grief in that small, grey room.

When it’s time to leave, I tell the nurse that Kathy’s mom has just died, hoping they will show some extra kindness to her. I am sorry and sad to leave her there but it won’t be long before she returns to the Button Street board and care, where she has lived before and considers as a real home. A place where she feels safe and well cared for.

From Nothing Like Normal–Surviving a Sibling’s Schizophrenia. Coming from Black Opal Books on November 14.


About marthagw

This blog features news about my memoir, Nothing Like Normal, Surviving a Sibling’s Schizophrenia, which was published by Black Opal Books in late 2015. In the meantime, it will also be a voice for myself and others who have faced mental health issues in their families or in their own lives. It will also feature my writing on a wide range of topics with original photos and posts. This is a new adventure for me so who knows what will appear! Join me on this journey and feel free to chime in.
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