Posted: 6/30/2016 10:38:37 PM EDT
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I didn't grow up with guns or shooting. I took an interest in guns about 10 years ago when I was in mid twenties. When my mom would come over on occation to have dinner with the wife and I, I would show her any new guns I had gotten since her last visit. She found them somewhat interesting but you could tell she was reserved about them and she would admit it was because she didnt know much about them. Then mom makes a new friend at work who gets into guns. After enough times of hearing him talk about the fun he had out shooting or bragging about his new gun he had gotten mom asks me will I teach her to shoot a gun. I told her I would. But every time we (wife and I) decided to go out shooting I would think should I see if mom wants to go. I always made up an excuse. It was realy hot and mom would complain about the heat or little cold out and mom would complain about the cold so I never did take her shooting. Fast forward a couple years and Mom has a massive stroke. She now cannt swallow her own saliva. She tries but it goes to her lungs and causes pneumonia. she cant move her right side. Her brain seems scrambled mostly but she has a moment hear and there where she seems fine. speach is badly slurred and other times what she says makes no sense. She isnt recovering. Hospital wants us to consider taking out tube feed and stopping antibiotics and let nature take its course because they say she will constently be fighting off the pneumonia and even if that dont get her the quality of life is extremly low.
I FUCKING regret not taking my mom shooting. I would give anything to have that memory of time we spent together. |
Sorry OP, that sucks.  My older Brother died a few years ago, he was interested in guns but would rarely go shooting with me. He was always too busy, too tired, or whatever. After he got cancer I managed to get him to the range with me once. When he was dying and knew it he siad "I wish I could go to the range again, I really loved that". I didn't mention the hundreds of times I asked and got refused before he was sick. Regrets, we've all got them. My Mom taught me something, after my Brother passed she heard me say "I should have done more", she told me "You did the best you could, it's time to forgive yourself and move on". Mom's gone too now. I miss them both, but I've forgiven myself and getting on with my life. |
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My dad's in the same boat OP.
So many things I wish we had the time to do together. Hang in there buddy. The shock wears off eventually, and you learn to make room for the pain. Remember, life goes on. If you have a wife and kids, you owe it to them to keep it pulled together the best you can. |