Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The Final Ride Home
Last summer, when I left Chicago to fly home, I was transported to the airport in style. My brother is a chauffeur and riding in the back of his black limousine made me feel rich! I think every woman should have this experience at least once in her life! It is no wonder that shortly after my limo ride, I dreamt about my mother being driven to her final destination in a black limousine with a driver like my brother fully suited, gloves and all. In my dream, I stuck my head in the window of the back seat and asked her if she had all her papers in order. “Yes,” she replied. I could see her ticket, but I wondered if she had her identification since she does not own a drivers license. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I have my I.D. right here!” This dream was prophetic. Last summer I told my siblings that the Lord was taking our Mom home and that all the final spiritual preparation was in place. At 96, she was ready. They kept telling me she will live to be 100, but in my heart I knew our mother was leaving. It was no surprise to me that Mom was hospitalized with congestive heart failure just before Christmas. I found it interesting that the doctors released her and my brother was called to chauffeur her to a nursing home! This strong-willed woman hung on in that nursing home for two weeks until each one of her children could get there to hold her in our arms, kiss her and tell her how much we loved her and in return hear her endearing comments back to us.
This morning at 1:30 a.m. my brother called me and told me our Mom passed away gently in her sleep just as I prayed and hoped would happen. No more suffering.
Thank you, dear friends, for those wonderful prayers you sent our way. Everything fell in place for us last week. God’s hand was guiding us as we gathered for family meetings and made decisions. His peace and love cuddled us like children under a warm blanket. Special hugs from our family to you for those beautiful cards and sentiments you wrote. I sat by Mom’s side daily reading every one of them to her with our family all around us. She loved hearing your affectionate words and knowing she was prayed for because prayer is all she wanted in her last days. She smiled when she saw the cards with dogs on the front or when we read her notes from your children!
I am weepy today, but thankful to our God who allowed me to witness my mother’s last days and her final words expressing to us that she could see our grandma and our Aunty Bea, her best friend and sister. She spoke out loud to the angels as they ushered her to her final home and eternal destiny. Her earthly journey is over. The page has turned.