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PERSONAL TESTIMONY

"In My Own Words"


The following testimony contain the words, thoughts, emotions and actions of an ordinary person, "me."

DEATH OF A RELATIVE
"A Way To Say Goodbye": My Account Of The Last Hours With My Mother

Death of a Relative:"A Way To Say Goodbye"

"A WAY TO SAY GOODBYE"

A Personal Testimony



"Comes the Dawn"
Feb. 27, 1997
"After awhile you learn the subtle difference, between holding a hand and chaining a soul..
and you learn that LOVE doesn't mean leaning, and company doesn't mean security..
and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts, and presents aren't promises..
and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child..
and learn to build all your roads on TODAY because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain...
and futures have a way of falling down mid-flight... after awhile you learn that every sunshine burns if you get too much, so you plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul..
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers..
and you learn that you really can endure.. that you really are strong, and you do have worth..
and you learn and learn... with every good-bye you learn... and you learn.. and you learn.
Psalms 118:24; this is the day the LORD has made; let's rejoice and be glad in it."
(this is dedicated to my Mother, she is with the Lord now, this was her favorite.)



It had been a strained week-end, things didn’t seem right to me somehow...I felt restless, anxious, and sick. I kept wondering why I was feeling so much discomfort, but I could not find anything new and different bothering me.

I had visited with my mom on Saturday night, and she felt as if she needed to tell me something’s that had been bothering her for many years. As I listened, I remember thinking how badly I felt for her to have so many unresolved battles in her life, for so many years. She was a Christian woman, and had been doing a lot of reading and praying ... I knew she was searching for something, but until that night, I had never known what. I really did not say too much, that night, I just listened and reassured her that my love for her was strong, and much of what she told me didn’t change anything for me. I did not leave there upset over our conversation. But, I also didn’t leave there thinking she was feeling much better after talking.

I had tried to reach her the next day, but did not get an answer by phone, I didn’t think too much about that, as it was Sunday, and she attended church, and had friends that she would on occasion spend time with. I was usually busy on Sunday’s, and often we would not talk by phone on that day. Though I still felt very restless inside, I didn’t think it had to do with her.

On Monday, I called her early, like normal, we would talk in the mornings, and just get caught up on anything we had done or brainstorm something about life together. Her line was busy, but that didn’t seem odd to me either. I figured she would call me later herself, and I just got busy with my day. By noon, I had not heard from her, so I called her again, and the line was still busy. I remember thinking, she either is talking a lot today to her friends, or she talked all night and is napping with her line off the hook. I muddled on through my own day, thinking a lot of what we had talked about on Saturday night. I had some things I wanted to say to her about all that, just to reassure her once again that all was well. Around 5pm, I called her again, and her line was still busy, this concerned me now...and I decided to drive to her house.. I thought probably her phone line had a problem, and I should go tell her this. I felt very nervous on my drive there, and kept wondering why I was so uncomfortable. She had always been my best friend in life.. my only parent, and I was thinking about all she meant to me as I drove to her house.

When I arrived, I knocked on her door, yelling to her it was me, but she did not answer, so I tried the door handle, and to my surprise, the door was not locked. I went inside thinking, she must of called my house and found out I was on my way there, so she unlocked the door for me ahead of time. I was not prepared for what I was about to find.

I went to her bedroom, and found her laying there unconscious. Being a nurse, I checked for her pulse, and counted her heart rate, I shook her, but she did not respond. After all the training I had had as a nurse, I called 9-1-1, and I reported the details and asked them to please hurry. I hung-up and quickly moved things around so when they arrived they could get to her quickly. I called my brother, then a mIRC friend in North Carolina, and asked for prayer to get started. (By the way, to this day, I have no idea how I called that friend. I did not have her phone number written down or memorized.)

The fire rescue squad arrived, and soon after so did my brother. They asked a lot of questions...and I knew none of the answers. I could not think of my mom’s first name, (she went by her middle name), her birth-date, any medicines she was taking. They knew I was a nurse, and they were very frustrated with me...which made things worse by the minute. They took her to a local hospital, and much was done for her there, but they soon told me they could not help her need, and would have to air flight her out to another city. I still could not tell them much about her, and my brother could not be of much help either. I had to drive to the next city, and I don’t remember how I got there, as I had never driven there before. When I got inside and off the elevator, there were three doctors waiting for me, and the news was, she had a diffusive brain bleed, and there was nothing that could be done surgically to stop it. They would do all they could do but no promise that she would make it through that night. My whole world was spinning and I could not think straight.

I had been so mixed up for awhile with just life in general, and I felt like life just ended for myself. I was functioning, but nothing was making sense to me at all. Anytime someone would mention prayer to me, I would become very agitated and hateful. I kept thinking, how could I be loosing the one and only person on earth that I had always believed loved me. I was her friend, her daughter, and a nurse. I had a three way war inside myself from that day until the following Monday night when the decision was made to pull the life support.

I struggled with every decision that had to be made...no-one would ever tell me what to do, the standard answer was, decide with your heart...and I would think "HEART???" what heart...it is broken to pieces...how can I do that? I was afraid to be at the hospital, and I was afraid to leave it. No matter where I was, I was afraid. I hated it if the phone rang while I was at home, but I hated it if it didn’t. When I would go to the hospital, I was afraid to go to her room, but I was afraid not to.

I would think with my friend-and-daughter thoughts...which were hang on ,don’t let her go, and I would think with my nurse thoughts, let her go! I would try to pray, but I was so mad at God, that those prayers were just muddled though very honest. I did talk to my dearest friend, "grampa," often by phone, and he would encourage me to rest, eat, and pray. Mostly he would just listen to me, and say, "bless your heart, honey." He called often, and that did help a lot. I knew he understood somehow, and he would tolerate my attitude no matter what it might be. He was a safe place to share what I was feeling about anyone or anything.

My mother did regain consciousness slightly, and I was able to talk to her and she would nod her head.. she made it clear to me she did not want the life support already intact, but seemed to understand when I would tell her that I did not know that was going to be done for her. I did read to her Psalm 139, and prayed with her mid-week, and she seemed aware the entire time, by squeezing my hand all the way through to amen...I had no idea when we said amen, that my mother was soon going to leave earth. The doctors continued to be optimistic that she would recover, and though I could see with my own nursing eyes that did not seem possible, my daughter/friend heart was so hopeful.

But, God had His plans, and timing, and once again, I had mine. It is a miracle, when He and I are at the same time line in anything. A week from the day I found her in her home, I had to make the hardest decision in my life this far, and it was to pull the life support, she was brain dead, and I knew that there was no return for her now. We set a time, and gathered in her room for this...I kept feeling like I was about to murder my own mother, and that thought stayed with me for weeks afterwards. She did not linger beyond one short breath once the ventilator was pulled, and for that I will always be most thankful.

I stayed in her room alone for three hours with her. I kept trying to decide how do you really say good-bye to your own mother, and get up and walk away? I felt as if I didn’t do that, I would struggle harder beyond that moment. Eventually, the hospital chaplain came in and set beside me, he talked to me a lot about heaven, the past, present, and future. He was very gentle mannered, and sweet spirited. He would encourage the rest of my family to be patient, and give me that time alone with her.

It is hard to sit and look at someone that has been your rock on earth, and know that they are not going to be there as before anymore. It is hard to be sure they really knew how much you did love them, it is hard to know if you were all you should of been to them through the years.. and it is hardest to know, that what was, was, and you can not add or take away one thing.

I did come to a way to say good-bye, and it was just simply, "mom, I will truly be home on time." As a teen-ager, I had a hard time keeping curfews, and to me, going home on time meant my day of death and joining her would be on time! (for once.)


..God..
looked around His garden
And He found and empty place.
He then looked down upon
This earth & saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you
and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
So, He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, "Peace be thine."
He then took you up to heaven
with Hands gentle and so kind.
IT broke my heart to lose you,
But you did not go alone.
For part of me went with you
the day God called you..
"...Home..."
~~~anonymous


I did all the necessary things beyond that day to lay her to rest, and take care of any of her unfinished business. I seldom would allow myself to grieve over her death. I kept feeling as though a Christian should be rejoicing over the death of a saint...grieving would be the wrong way to deal with it.

It has been 8 months now, and I still have not allowed myself to go there and grieve as I should...I know I am still not happy with God for this...and I know that in so many ways, I have kept myself separated from Him. It is like I am afraid to trust Him with anything, after years of knowing HE was the only ONE you could trust forever with your everything.

It doesn’t make sense to me...still. I have no answers for the way I feel, or the changes I have made in my own life. But, I am honest about this...so perhaps that is a start .

As far as the phone being busy that day, it was off the hook when I arrived, her door was unlocked, as I mentioned earlier, she had not taken any of her medicines since Sunday night at 10pm, she had not made coffee on Monday. I will never know what happened to my mother.. if she knew what was happening to her, or if she was afraid. That haunts me still to this day.

© 1997 All Rights Reserved
Gary D. Avey and Encouragement Ministries

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Author's Postscript: My mother was such a country western music fan and I want to add one chorus of a song that means lots to me...when I hear it, I think of her.

"How Can I Help You Say Goodbye"
By Patty Loveless

sitting with mama
alone in her bedroom
she opened her eyes
then squeezed my hand
she said, "I have to go now
my time here is over,"
and with her final words
she tried to help me understand

mama whispered softly,
"time will ease your pain
life's about change
and nothing ever stays the same."
and she said,

"how can I help you to say goodbye
it's okay to hurt, and it's okay to cry
come let me hold you
and I will try, how can I help you to say goodbye."

Had my mother have been able, she would of said this to me in
an effort to help me get through the final good-bye to her.
She was a woman of great strength and great worth.
Might I live to be like her.

My ~Mother~


Safely Home!


peace3 peace3

I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! but Jesus’ love illumined
Every dark and painful glade.

dove dove And He came Himself to meet me
In that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus’ arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still:
Try to look beyond earth’s shadows,
Pray to trust our Father’s Will.

There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand
Do it now, while life remaineth-
You shall rest in Jesus’ land.

When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come home!


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..October 11, 2000..
and though you know in your heart, what was.. was, and what is, is..
even many months later.. your always somewhere in your broken heart..
there is still an ache, and an empty spot, that no-one can ever fill on this earth,
in the place of your.. ~Mother~
I am a grandmother myself now.. and there is not one day that passes..
that I don't think of how much I wish my Mother was here.. to share this with me..

August 20, 2000.
Mykaela Ruth and Moriah Grace

I still hear her yelling at my back door.. announcing she has arrived..
I go look sometimes.. just to be sure..
Please don't ever make light of the grief someone goes through when they lose a parent..
even if it is twenty years later.. it is always as though it was yesterday.

"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." (Matt.6:21)

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