My mother death / Passing
On a Monday in February (2015, ed.) my sweet, much-loved Mother died at 5:25 p.m., she died in her own bed at home with children, fur children and grandchildren around her to hold her hands and kiss her. We loved her so immeasurably, she gave so much love, she made spas and fun while we and the grandchildren were small, she was part of the worst, it was just fun and she died 86 years old and couldn't really take it anymore, but died as she really wanted to.
She had moved into one of my apartments here at Æbleblomst Gård, and fortunately was also happy for this whole 1 ½ years, and had a really nice summer, where she enjoyed the heat. Unfortunately, she became more and more spoiled, but she was clearly waiting for my niece to return from Australia, where they were visiting her husband's parents for almost a month. She fell on Sunday, and then it was time for her to move on to her next life.
It was immeasurably very beautiful and fine, plus it was a wonderfully beautiful sunny day with high skies to die for. Before the grandchildren arrived, she reached straight up towards the ceiling (she hadn't been able to move since the day before). My sweet Father was ready to pick her up. Thinking he said: "Come on Lis!! Now I've waited 20 years"... But she wanted to wait until everyone was here, and when almost everyone was here she raised both hands and said confidently: "Yes, yes, I'll be ready in a little while."
The world's sweetest nurse came and gave her quite a bit of anti-anxiety medication and morphine, because we were worried that she would have to lie down in pain. The nurse was so incredibly loving and caring, thank you....
It didn't take long, and then she stopped living here on Mother Earth.... It was both very sad and despairing, but also very good, because we must think of Mother and not of ourselves, our Mother was beautiful and beautiful, picture-perfect when young, in fact all her life, and here at the end adorable and sweet before she got so thin because she just as quietly stopped eating and drinking, but even in death she is beautiful, she was such a good and sweet Mother - she was 86 years old.
I love her very much and she taught me such fine and lovely values in life, to love nature and the beauty of trees, to show respect to animals, and to love deeply, my love flows out in conflicting streams to Mother Earth, to those creatures who are around me, to and in my art, and to you who are reading this.
I was so incredibly distraught when she died, I didn't sleep for several days, cried a lot, but then calm came exactly 3 days later because Bonnie wrote these very right words to me and it gave me deep and heartfelt peace, reminded me that I knowing well that this life is only temporary, and there is something after….
Thanks to my sweet rubber daughter Michella Christensen for these words, they fit my mother exactly: "As they say - the sky has got another beautiful star".
Mother was buried in Farum Church with the wise priest Asser Skude, who also buried Torben Kaufmann. My sister and I decided to paint the coffin ourselves and that Mother should lie here at Æbleblomst Gård under a birch tree in the fir plantation. I decided to have Mother lying in her bedroom (it just had to be cold, the prayer ladies told me) until the coffin was ready. It was a liberating and beautiful process, which is quite common in other countries, because then we could go in and talk to her. In the almost 20 years that Father has been dead, I have felt him, and Mother also stroked my cheek the first night, it was so beautiful, IS so beautiful....