This memorial was created in memory of Marielena Correa born April 8, 1952.
On November 21, 2004 I lost my mom (my best friend) she was only 52 years old… She left behind two grand daughters that adored their mima, myself and her soulmate Bill that always told her he loved her even when she was losing her hair and her disease had taken over and left her feeling unattractive to him she was always beautiful and for that I will always be grateful. When I got the call from the hospital that she was in ICU I made sure that I got in touch with all her friends and what little family we had I needed her to know that although she wasn’t 100% conscious everyone that was there loved her and wanted her to pull through.
My mom was diagnosed with a rare and terminal disease called amiloydosis with renal involvement, which was causing her to lose all the protein in her body but at the same time retained fluid in her tissues. Her only hope of a 50% survival was a bone marrow transplant. I can not to begin to describe how painful it was for me to hear that my mom, the person that sacrificed everything for me even her career to work extra hours to put me through private school was going to die and there was nothing I could do I was helpless. I always tried to be positive for her telling her that she would be o.k. and that she was going to get better, I would even joke with her and tell her that I was going have to lose weight to give her a kidney and she would laugh( I miss her laugh so much), but inside I was already mourning her and thinking of how I would tell my girls that they weren’t going to have their grandma anymore she wouldn’t see them graduate, or get married ( I later found out from Bill that she told him that was the one thing that saddened her the most). I thought of my grandmother and how she was dealing with the fact that her only child was going to die, as well as her own illness she had pulmonary fibrosis and was already on oxygen all day. I thought about myself being an only child as well how do you accept losing your mom. All my life it was always my mom , my grandmother and me until my girls were born then it was just the five of us. I believe that no matter how old you are you always need your mom no matter if you are 8, 18, or 80.
My mom was a strong woman I know that in her heart she was determined to beat the odds not only for her, but her family. My mom endured all the procedures to prepare for the transplant that at times left her in pain be she went on with all of it and I was there with her every step of the way. Unfortunately, during the final stages of her procedures my grandmother was hospitalized because of her pulmonary fibrosis. I was with my grandmother day and night and took care of her for 13 days until she passed away on October 23, 2004.
I could not begin to imagine what my mom was going through losing her mom and knowing that she was also going to pass away. It broke my heart to see the pain she was going through for her loss as well my loss and the struggle we were about to face. I would cry at night when my mom was sleeping so she wouldn’t feel sorry for me because I was very close to my grandma, (my mom use to say we were identical). I had to be strong for her, so I juggled doctor’s appointments and taking care of my daughters I had a lot on my plate, but I would have given anything and done anything to make all her pain and hurt go away. My girls were great they helped me with my mom as much as they could. My mom was so swollen most of the time that I had to lift her from the bed, from chairs and whenever she had procedures done she always asked that I be the one to help move her or put her in bed, etc. she even apologized to me once for being a burden to me I told her that she would never be a burden to me that I would always take care of her. Her nephrologist noticed that her diuretics were not working anymore to keep the swelling down he suggested that she receive dialysis, so that when it came time for her transplant she wouldn’t be as uncomfortable as she had been.
On Friday they put a catheter in her neck to start the treatment when she came back to her room from her first session she had a headache and was really weak, so I put her to bed and we all kissed her goodnight and told her I would call her when I got home to tell her that me and the girls got home o.k. so I called her and told her I would see her in the morning. Bill was the last one to talk to her they would talk on the phone every night like a couple of teenagers in love. That night was no different he told her he loved her and she told him she loved him too and that was the last time they spoke.
Bill is a wonderful man and he made my mom very happy and feel very loved I am glad that she had the love of a companion as well as her families and friends, but most of all I am glad that Bill was by her side every second holding her hand and letting her know that he was with her and that he loved her unconditionally.
On Saturday morning I got a call from the hospital telling me that my mom had a heart attack and that they didn’t know how long she had been unconscious before they found her but that she was in ICU. Later that day I was told that she had contracted sepsis in the hospital, but they were going to do everything possible to make her better. I prayed so hard for GOD not to take her from me to please let me have her for a few more years for the sake of my girls and myself, I had just lost my grandmother barely the month before how could I go through it again…so I went back up to ICU held my mom’s hand and asked her if was in pain and she turned her head and opened her eyes and I could see her sadness and her pain and I knew she didn’t want to feel like that anymore… that was the only time my mom opened her eyes. When the nurses were changing shifts Bill and I had to wait outside until the nurses gave their reports and then they called a code blue and I knew it was my mom, Bill tried to reassure me that it wasn’t but in my heart I knew it was for her. Then they called the waiting room and asked to speak to her family and the Doctor told me that they had stabilized her, but she was going to continue to code for the rest of the night and she was not going to make it out of the hospital and she was suffering every time they shocked her. He told me that he would revive her as many times as I wanted him to, but I knew that she never wanted to be on life support or intubated and she was both. Being the loving mom that she always was and always thinking of others even at the end she didn’t want me to live with the guilt of having signed the do not resuscitate order. When I finally told the Doctor that I would go ahead and sign the papers which was the hardest decision I have ever had to make her blood pressure dropped to zero and he told me what do you want us to do and I told him let her go and he told me she’s gone.
My life changed forever that day I will never be the same there is not one day that does not go by that she isn’t missed or thought about and there isn’t one day that tears of total heartache and sorrow are not shed. In our hearts we know that she is in a better place where there is no pain, disease, or suffering. She is now with her mom who she loved so very much.
It is hard to believe that one year can turn your life upside down and it is even harder to believe that in less than 24 hours septic shock took my mom away from me and my daughters and from Bill.
I am thankful that I had my mom and my grandmother in my life for as long as I did. I am sad that my daughters didn’t, but I know that they are taking care of us and watching over us and that they truly never left us because there love and memories will live on forever.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life "Is this the long
way?" she asked.
And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard, and you will be old
before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that
anything could be better than these years. So she played with her
children, she fed them and bathed them, taught them how to tie their
shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog and do their
homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young
Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the nights came, and the storms and the path was sometimes dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them
close and covered them with her arms and the children said, "Mother,
we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children
climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times
she said to the children, "a little patience and we are there."
So the children climbed and as they climbed they learned to weather
the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.
Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but
most of all......unconditional love.
And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have
done it without you."
The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the
mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were
tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she
lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better
day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now
passing these traits on to their children."
And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her
their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to
a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden
gates flung wide.
And Mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I
know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk
with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their
children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even
when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates
closed after her.
And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still".
A Mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence. Your
Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you
walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember,
flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on
your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air
on a cold winters day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to
sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is your birthday morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she is crystallized in
every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion........happiness,
sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement,
joy, sorrow.... and all the while hoping and praying you will only
know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you
follow with every step you take.
She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but
nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space.......not even
DON'T GRIEVE FOR ME
Don't grieve for me,
For now I'm free
I'm following the path
God laid for me
I took His hand when
I heard His call
I turned my back and left it all
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or pray
Tasks left undone
Must stay that way
I found that peace at
The close of the day
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy
Perhaps my time has
Seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now
With undue grief.
Lift up your hearts,
And share with me
God wanted me now,
He set me free.