Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Saturday night I got a call from my husband saying his aunt had been taken to the hospital and wasn't expected to live through the weekend. I was at my daughter's in Lancaster. We didn't get home from New York till 11:00 that night and instead of going to church with her in the morning, I decided I wanted to go to the hospital to see her because I just had a feeling this wasn't going to be good. She was more of an aunt to me than my own aunt has been to me over the years and I just wanted a few minutes private time with her.
When I went in the room, I could tell she was in agony. Although she was on morphine for pain, you could tell it wasn't doing much good. She couldn't hear me. I don't know if she knew I was there or who I was, except at one point I yelled in her ear it was me and who I was. She kept saying "hold me" "help me" "let me die."
Being a minister, I took out my oil and anointed her and prayed for her and said Psalm 23 and she calmed slightly. I started on Psalm 91, but had to stop because she started yelling and crying and the nurse came in and gave her more pain medicine. I took her hand and put my head on the pillow next to her and as she laid there begging to dye, I told her that if that's what she wanted to do, she could go. And then I prayed that the Lord would not let her lay there in prolonged agony.
Monday I came to work and was sitting here at my desk and around 11:30 I prayed again that God would either restore her fully or end her agony. My husband called me at 12:30 to say she died sometime around 11:45 or 12. He was out in his car when he got the notice. He said it was really weird because he was reading Psalm 23 when he got the call. I told him, no, that wasn't weird, that was God's way of telling us He was with her and us. So cool. I have such a peace. I'm sad that she's gone, but I know she is with Jesus. She's free from the pain of arthritis that kept her down. I like to think she's up there dancing with the angels!