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The pictures you see are the last time I physically saw my mother in person, coherent, where my sisters & I were able to love all over her and she was able to love on us back. We could joke, laugh, cry and just talk to her with her responding as the mama bear she was. This was in May 2014. The night before she had to have surgery to have her colostomy bag inserted. Finding out she had colon cancer was the biggest blow to my gut.
My mother was a resilient woman. Very strong. Very powerful. A very beautiful being. She wore locks that streamed all the way down her back & she wore them with grace.
You tell Cynthia Parker she couldn't do anything, she would strategically make every possible move to prove she could. And, this woman would look you in the eye while she did it. She was a Legal Secretary, a Cosmetologist, a Notary Republic, a Truck Driver AND a Dog Groomer. My mother ALWAYS had plans. After achieving one goal….always on to the next. Nobody could stop her and nobody did. I want to say "nothing" could stop her, but Colon Cancer stopped her only 9months after being diagnosed.
In November 2014, she texted us a picture of her beautiful bald head. She still rocked her lip-gloss & earrings, as she always would. Every time I talked to my mother, she would assure me she was getting better. She would tell me today was a good day, but also when she would have bad days. I ached for her every single day. I missed her & still do. When I tried to come see her in Texas, she wouldn't let me. She told me I needed to stay in California & take care of my husband who had been diagnosed with Kidney Failure & is now on dialysis. It hurt me to the core that I couldn't see my mother. I told her, “I need to kiss you, touch you, smell you AND physically see you, IN-PERSON.”
The next time I physically saw, smelled, touched & actually kissed my mother was on her deathbed when the doctors told us they couldn't do anything else for her. Watching her take her last breath was the hardest thing I have ever endured in my life. Thursday, February 5th, 2015 my heart completely broke.
The only way I can piece it back together is to follow through with the promises I made to my mother before she died. She didn’t want us to cry over her, but she knew we would do it. How could we not? I didn’t promise not to cry. She requested to be cremated & for us to celebrate her life. She said she wanted balloons, smiles and for us to celebrate that she had gone home to glory. As hard as this is, I am doing my best to follow through.
I need your help because I have spent my rent money to put towards her cremation, airfare from Texas to California and to also have her things shipped back to California. My sisters had to pay for the same things, but also my younger sister has been forced to move out of the place that she once resided with my mother. This has been the hardest transition & now we are trying to raise money for her memorial services, a.k.a. her Celebration of Life. If you can find it in your heart to contribute to helping me fulfill my promise to my mother, Cynthia Rene Parker, it would mean EVERYTHING to me. Whether you can give $5, $10, $20….etc. I will be eternally grateful. If you only made it all the way to the end of this, reading it in its entirety, I am authentically grateful for you taking the time to hear me.
Thank you,
Kiki~
My mother was a resilient woman. Very strong. Very powerful. A very beautiful being. She wore locks that streamed all the way down her back & she wore them with grace.
You tell Cynthia Parker she couldn't do anything, she would strategically make every possible move to prove she could. And, this woman would look you in the eye while she did it. She was a Legal Secretary, a Cosmetologist, a Notary Republic, a Truck Driver AND a Dog Groomer. My mother ALWAYS had plans. After achieving one goal….always on to the next. Nobody could stop her and nobody did. I want to say "nothing" could stop her, but Colon Cancer stopped her only 9months after being diagnosed.
In November 2014, she texted us a picture of her beautiful bald head. She still rocked her lip-gloss & earrings, as she always would. Every time I talked to my mother, she would assure me she was getting better. She would tell me today was a good day, but also when she would have bad days. I ached for her every single day. I missed her & still do. When I tried to come see her in Texas, she wouldn't let me. She told me I needed to stay in California & take care of my husband who had been diagnosed with Kidney Failure & is now on dialysis. It hurt me to the core that I couldn't see my mother. I told her, “I need to kiss you, touch you, smell you AND physically see you, IN-PERSON.”
The next time I physically saw, smelled, touched & actually kissed my mother was on her deathbed when the doctors told us they couldn't do anything else for her. Watching her take her last breath was the hardest thing I have ever endured in my life. Thursday, February 5th, 2015 my heart completely broke.
The only way I can piece it back together is to follow through with the promises I made to my mother before she died. She didn’t want us to cry over her, but she knew we would do it. How could we not? I didn’t promise not to cry. She requested to be cremated & for us to celebrate her life. She said she wanted balloons, smiles and for us to celebrate that she had gone home to glory. As hard as this is, I am doing my best to follow through.
I need your help because I have spent my rent money to put towards her cremation, airfare from Texas to California and to also have her things shipped back to California. My sisters had to pay for the same things, but also my younger sister has been forced to move out of the place that she once resided with my mother. This has been the hardest transition & now we are trying to raise money for her memorial services, a.k.a. her Celebration of Life. If you can find it in your heart to contribute to helping me fulfill my promise to my mother, Cynthia Rene Parker, it would mean EVERYTHING to me. Whether you can give $5, $10, $20….etc. I will be eternally grateful. If you only made it all the way to the end of this, reading it in its entirety, I am authentically grateful for you taking the time to hear me.
Thank you,
Kiki~