I’m just touching base to let you all know that Mama is continuing to decline somewhat rapidly. Her care is somewhat simplified because she no longers gets out of the bed. She is almost completely unresponsive, sleeping nearly all the time. She has only had a couple of strawfuls of liquid since Sunday.
We have been trying to minister to Mama through prayer, Scripture reading, and singing hymns at her bedside. She loves all of it, but we get the most response from the singing. She even tries to sing with us, although she can scarcely move her lips and the sound of her voice is little more than a gentle breeze blowing. She weeps when we sing of Jesus, and especially of heaven. At first we thought the tears were from fear, but just tonight realized she is weeping in the joy of her salvation and the soon homegoing she will experience. It is heart wrenching, yet I don’t think any of us would miss this for anything.
Pamela is here. Her Mamaw played a very special role in her life, as Pamela lived with Mama and Daddy for almost a year because of a mold issue we had in our home affecting her allergies so severely. Pamela has traveled the entire continental United States with her grandparents, driving most of the miles, and keeping Mama and Daddy young with her vibrancy. It is good for her to be here, both for Mama, and for me.
Dannye Reigh is here most days, or at least evenings. My heart aches for Nathanael and Emily, the miles seem endless between us, but we are all so thankful they were here in October. They will be traveling here for the funeral, and I know the waiting is hard and draining.
Tonight was especially difficult for Daddy. After a day full of visitors, Mama almost completely unresponsive, and the hospice nurse basically preparing us for the imminent, Daddy had what we are fairly certain is an anxiety attack. He couldn’t breathe and began sweating profusely, so we called 911 (against his wishes, but he gave in because I think he was scared!). He had calmed by the time they came – some of the nicest men I’ve ever met – and although they are required to tell us he needed to go into the hospital, they were sympathetic to our situation and Daddy’s desire to stay home. Daddy had a second attack as he prepared for bed, but I gave him a low dose of Valium and he is now resting quietly. He told me before he turned off his light that he felt much better, and I checked him just before I came to bed.
I am going to go to sleep now because it appears we may have a rough night with Mama. She is a bit agitated tonight, so we have given her some meds and hope for some rest. Jeanne and Pamela are sleeping near her, and in the morning I am going to make them both get some sleep if they don’t get a good amount tonight.
It appears Mama won’t be with us even a week longer, perhaps not a day longer. Please pray the Lord will have mercy on her, and won’t require any more suffering. It is a hard thing to pray, but I think it is harder to see her like this.
“And then one day, I’ll cross that river. I’ll fight life’s final war with pain. And then as death gives way to victory, I’ll see the lights of Glory and I’ll know He Lives!!
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. Because He lives, all fear is gone. Because I know He holds the future, and life is worth the living just because He lives!”
God bless your day!