It came out of nowhere. There was no warning that something would happen. To top matters off, it was a rare side effect to a standard practice of treatment.
Yet, my world was flipped upside down in a matter of hours.
On Monday 21st September, 2020 at 6:12 pm, I received an odd text message from my father, stating that my mother had a heart attack and was in transit to Christchurch Hospital. It came through on my smartwatch while I was on the toilet. Let's just say that it was the fastest pee-wipe-and-flush that I have ever done in my life.
(I don't think I'll ever understand why he didn't just phone, but that doesn't matter now.)
I'm going to rush past the chaos that happened that night, because it too doesn't matter at this moment. What does matter is that late on Monday evening, my mother developed a brain bleed as a result of a medication that she was given prior to transport to Christchurch. She had a stroke and slipped into a coma.
On Wednesday 23rd September, 2020 at 1:58pm, she was pronounced brain dead.
I have made so many notes about what happened, trying to reason it all in my head. I'm not sure I'll ever fully reason it. But I try.
What follows is the eulogy that I had read out at my mother's memorial service the following week.