One Year Later, It's Still Fresh In My Mind: The Passing of My Mother

July 30, 2022, at 5:30am CT, my mother took her last breath. I was holding her hand, while praying her into HIS presence. I don't remember the nurse's name that was there to document the time of death. What I do remember about that day, is the sound of my mother struggling to breathe. I probably would have slept through it, if it wasn't for Bentley. He started his watch over my mother Thursday. 

My mother told me and Ge'Von that she would be leaving after she saw her sisters. My mother was losing her ability to talk, so anytime she said something, meant something. Both my aunts arrived and left. Both knew it would be their last time seeing their sister on this side of Heaven. I stopped sleeping and only took brief naps. On Sunday, July 24th, my mother called me by my name, she usually called me Barbara. She said, "I want to thank you for doing a good job of taking care of me. Yall did a better job than I thought yall would. I'm getting ready to leave, but I just want to thank you". I asked her where she was going, she replied He's coming to take me home. I asked, who God, she said yes, with a huge smile on her face. I told her to enjoy her trip, I'll miss you, but I'm extremely happy for you. She stopped talking, and didn't talk anymore. 

The new hospice nurse, Rosalind, visited on Wednesday, July 27th, and gave me a book about death. I only wish I had received this book months ago. I would have been better prepared for the death experience. Thursday, July 28th, Rosalind visited again, and so did the podiatrist. My mother's legs and feet started dying first. The podiatrist thanked me for not putting my mother in a nursing home. During Rosalind's visit, she informed me death was imminent in 5 days. I notified my sisters. Friday, July 29th, the respiratory therapist visited. He said if anyone has something to say or wants to see your mom, they needed to do it today. 

When Rosalind got ready to leave, she stopped and told me to go to sleep. I told I couldn't because I didn't want to wake up and find my mother dead. Rosalind said go to sleep, what's happening now is between God and your mother. If they want you there, you'll get an invitation. 

My invitation came after 4something am. Bentley woke me up. I can still hear that breathing noise, it was horrible. I called the hospice center, the nurse gave me instructions and assured me she would be there within 15 minutes, she arrived sooner. I called Ge'Von, then all my sisters. They in turn called their children. Phyllis and Cynthia called each aunt. My aunts prayed and spoke their finally words. 

I can remember hearing Ge'Von on FaceTime with Zaneta, who was in Puerto Rico at the time. I remember Cynthia and Marilyn talking soothing words to our mother. When the tears started rolling from my mother eyes, I held her hand and prayed her into God's presence. The song, "There's A Leak In This Old Building", was playing in the background. When the song stopped, so did my mother's breathing. I'm not sure who hollered the loudest, me or Ge'Von or Zaneta. I couldn't console my daughters, but my friends that arrived could. I went outside and cried to the stars. 

My mother's pain and suffering was over. She was finally at peace. She was at her Heavenly party with everyone that preceded her in death. She told me about the party months ago.

Before Evergreen removed my mother's body, I gave her a final kiss and hug. She looked sad to be leaving us. I saw my mother again before shipping her body back to Omaha. She looked so refreshed and happy. She had a slight smile on her face. The last and final time I saw my mother, the day of her funeral, she looked as if she was laughing. That look gave me so much peace. I knew I would one day be able to cope without her physical presence. I'm not there yet, but I'm handling life without my mother way better than I expected. 

I've completed a full year without her physical presence. I still wonder if I had went with my first thought in April 2020, and moved my mother into my home then, instead of later, her quality of life would have been totally different and so much better. That will always be my one regret, I should have never moved her into Immanuel Courtyard. 

I've learned that others have regrets too, but blame me for their decisions. If it helps them cope with those decisions, then keep blaming me. God knows the truth. 

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