Hello to whomever I have the privilege of addressing as you read this.
My name is Rhiannon Sky, or as my Mother liked to call me, EagleEyeRhiannonSky in honour of my Cherokee heritage and uncanny observation skills.
I have created this because my Mother, April, passed away in a hospital @ 12:33pm, Thursday, November 28th, 2024.
Thanksgiving.
For the year and a few months prior to that, I have been her full time care taker and never left her side.
The many months prior to that, my Mother and I were spending all of our time hiking mountains, kayaking, snowshoeing, cross country skiing, discovering hidden swimming holes tucked into the mountains, etc.
We were aspriring 46ers together.
"There And Back Again
A Hikers Tale, By:
April Flower And Rhiannon Sky"
So to find out about a year ago very unexpectedly, that she had stage 4, incurable, incredibly agressive cancer that had spread quite literally to every single, bone, organ, cell, tissue, etc. in her body was to say the least earth shattering.
We spent many months at a time in quite a few different hospitals throughout the year, one not even in our state, with me always sleeping in the recliner right next to her bed.
Brain surgery, a plethora of procedures, whole brain radiation, chemotherapy, intubation, extubation, oxygen support, CT scans, MRIs, relearning how to walk at a physical rehabilitation facility, living in the MICU on a High-Flow Nasal Cannula and a BiPAP machine, these are just a handful of the many things that she went through and of course I was by her side for.
She defied medical odds for a long time and never lost her faith in God.
She of course, was unable to work, and I wouldn't leave her side, so we have received no financial help throughout this whole long journey through endless hidden hells.
Medical bills, expenses associated with her death, gas money, Jeep payments, repairs, home payments, bills, groceries, living in hospitals, etc., etc., etc., etc., has added up unfathomably quickly.
My Mothers wishes were that me, her only child, and still considered her baby as I just turned 25 on September 2nd, would be taken care of.
In lieu of expensive flower arrangements or even plants (our home is already filled with my Mothers beautiful plants that I now lovingly tend to), the way that you can truly be a blessing to me and in turn my Mother, is by making a financial donation.
Every single donation has precious meaning and will be used for purposes that honour my Mother's wishes.
If you would like to also reach out with words of kindness or encouragement, please feel free to do so.
My Mother had endless hopes and dreams both fulfilled and unfulfilled.
Neverending empathy for humans and animals with a desire to help heal each and every one under the sun.
Especially she loved God's creation and the countless number of mountain trails just begging for her to hike them and marvel at their breathtaking splendor.
Whenever I'm lonesome for her,
that's where I'll go to find her.
She's out there.
In the misty mountain air.
With wildflowers,
in her long and beautiful hair.
God's heavenly mountains were calling,
and she had to go.
May God Bless each and every one of you for your heartfelt contribution in honour of my beloved Mother,
April Alaine Bronson.
Or, as my beloved Grandmother and Grandfather had properly nicknamed her,
~♡April Flower♡~
Whenever you look up
just know the three of them are there
picking sunflowers in the fields
as they're going to Scarborough Fair.
~☆EagleEyeRhiannonSky☆~
