Mom's birthday was January 17, 1918. She died of Cancer at the early age
of 54. I don't have it in front of me I believe January 19, 1972. My Sister
died on the same day several years later. Mom was hanging on her last days
for two reasons. She wanted to reach her birthday and her twentieth Anniversary
with my Step dad. She actually died on her nineteenth anniversary but living two
more days she was in the twentieth year.
Two weeks prior to her death we were called to her Doctor's office. As he told
us the news and trust me on his one he had tears beginning in his eyes. He told
us to forgive him but Mom was a very special patient to him. In the time he worked
with her he had grown to love her as if she was his own Mother. Mom came to him
when she realized she had terminal Cancer and asked to donate her body for studies
to cure this awful disease. As he told it, "From the abuse her ex-husband,"My Father",
had done to her there was no pain she could not handle. The Doctor told us there
was only so much the law would allow him to do. But to trust him she handled pain
most of us could not and it was on the way to helping. Only Mom is a bleeder thin
blood. He said due to her badly broken nose many times there was no way to cauterize
the bleeding and she would bleed to death. Therefore she had maybe two weeks to live.
She fought for those last few days.
What should we do, "If she was my Mother I would be with her any chance I had."
I worked days. My wife took the morning shift my step dad the afternoon shift and
Sisters when they could. I came to the Hospital straight from work and went to the
hospital straight from her room. A loving family we were not a hugging kissing
family. Those nights I sat by her bed and held her hand and we talked of Jesus
and her hopes to live long enough to celebrate her anniversary with my Step dad. It
would be nineteen years but we celebrated it as the Twentieth. She made it by two
days. She and my step dad married on her birthday.
On the day of her death I arrived and as soon as I entered the room she called me to
her bedside. She told me Jesus was coming to get her on this night. Not to cry or
feel badly. She was ready for the trip to heaven. I said, "Mom, you never looked
better. Nothing in her nose the tent was gone. She said, "No Dandy Jesus has come for me."
I looked to the window. It was as if someone had entered the room. The shades drawn
I moved to close the open window. Hospitals do not have open windows. When I looked
back Mom was talking to someone. I knew it was Jesus but saw no one. She called me to
her side and told me to kiss her and then go to the main desk and tell them your
mother has died. Two things about this. We never kiss though we hugged usually in
fright from my dad. I thought it silly she never looked so good. Oxygen and the tent
removed. So I told the Male nurse on duty, "Mom says she is dying." He rushed past
me and when I got there the room door was closed. When it opened he said, "Your Mom
was right. If you want one last visit with her." I looked in the oxygen tent was
above her the tubes in her nose. But what I saw was the halo over her head. I said,
"I don't need the time she is with Jesus."
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