On February 21st, my sweet Mama went to Heaven. She had battled MS for many decades, and her health had declined drastically in recent years. She had a cough/respiratory illness at Christmas time. With her immobility and inability to get to the doctor, the illness progressed to pneumonia. That infection is what ultimately ended her life. While this was an intensely painful experience, I could see how, over & over again, the Lord was so gracious to us!
* The Lord chose to save my Mama as a child. Over the years, she had spoken often of Mrs. Gussie at her home church of Beulah Baptist Church in Louisiana. Mrs. Gussie led my Mom to the Lord at Vacation Bible School when she was little. I am 100% certain of her salvation and her eternal Home in Heaven! I have never been so grateful for the assurance of Heaven! Thank you, Jesus, for prompting my Mom's heart and allowing for us to all spend Eternity together. That is the only thing that makes our Earthly goodbye bearable.
* God was good to my children in the way that He introduced them to death. He took a family pet (our Sydney Dog) first in January of 2014. Then He called our sweet Grandaddy (the boys' great grandfather) Home in September of 2015. Then He allowed my Mom to leave her Earthly body in February of 2016. The fact that my kids had worked through these deaths progressively made it more bearable for their little hearts. I am so grateful for the way that He orchestrated that for my kids!
* I was able to see my Mom almost monthly for the last 6 months of her life. Typically, we go to Houston 3-4 times a year. However, in August 2015 - February 2016 I made monthly trips for various reasons. In August, Becca was in preterm labor and Jeff was going to church camp with Angel & Jonathan. Owen & I went to Houston to help Becca with Seth. In September, Baby Hannah was born, so we went to Houston to meet our new niece. In October, we made the trip again for Hannah's Baby Dedication/Jonathan & Mom's birthday. In November, we came to town for Thanksgiving and again in December for Christmas.
My mom was hospitalized for pneumonia on February 7th. Over the next few days, she was moved to the ICU and placed on a ventilator. On February 9th, I drove to Houston to see her. She was ventilated, but completely coherent. We played a bit of charades to figure out what she was trying to say throughout the day. ;) She kept squeezing my hand - rhythmic, strong squeezes. After awhile, I figured out that she was squeezing my hand once, pause, four times, pause, three times, pause. Ah, of course - 1, 4, 3! She & my Dad have used those numbers since they were dating to say I Love You. She was telling me that she loved me! When I guessed that, she smiled and nodded. What a gift to "hear" that from my Mom one last time!
After that, I showed her pictures and videos of the kids that I had on my phone. She smiled and laughed and squeezed some more 1-4-3s. She was crazy about her grandkids! At the end of the day, I told her that I had to go. We both got teary. I told her that I loved her and kissed her forehead one last time. I had no idea that I would never get to see her conscious again... That visit is etched in my heart. Such a precious memory... A true gift.
* I had been studying the Fruits of the Spirit in Bible Study this semester. The week that my Mom passed away, I had been studying Peace for 5 days. All of the Scriptures about Peace were fresh in my mind when I needed them most. Thank you, Jesus! I know that only You could put that together!
* This is a little blessing, but it was actually huge to me. I had desperately needed new tires, but we had been dragging our feet because they are so darn expensive. In December, my state inspection was up. The tread on my tires was showing, so it wouldn't pass inspection without a new set of tires. I was so frustrated at the time! Spending money on tires at Christmastime ticked me off! But... The Lord knew that those tires were about to get a work out driving to and from Houston. If we hadn't replaced those tires, I may have had a blow out and missed being there when my Mom passed. A frustration turned into a massive blessing. How many times does that happen in life???
* Perhaps the biggest display of the Lord's goodness to me was the fact that I was able to be with my Mom when she died. A surgeon was very blunt with my Sister and told her that a recent complication would likely be fatal for my Mom on the Sunday that she passed. Becca was sensitive/intuitive enough to call and tell me that I needed to come. I am so glad that she did! I was able to leave our house around 2:00. I got to Sugarland at 6:45 and quickly realized that my Mom was nearing her final hour. She was no longer conscious and her breathing was very labored. I was able to sit next to her and hold her hand for the next hour. I cried and talked to her the whole time, laying my head on her arm. I told her that she had fought this wretched illness so well. I told her that I would see her again in Heaven and that it was okay to go. I told her that I would miss her, but that I would see her again one day. At 7:45, they came in to do an Xray. My Dad, Sister, Jeff, and I all went into the hallway. As soon as we left the room, the monitors started alarming and they called a Code Blue. We knew that her broken body had been through enough, so I went in the room and made it clear to the staff that we didn't want for them to do compressions. They stopped everything and let us sit in the quiet room - just my Dad, Becca, Jeff, and myself. I clenched her hand tightly until she drew her last breath. What a gift to be able to be there for the last breath of the woman who was there when I took my first! I will never stop praising the Lord for letting me be there. Never ever.
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