Monday, March 9, 2015

When my mother called me to tell me that she “had a bad headache”, I rushed to St. Stephen’s Towers to find her wreathing in pain holding onto the back of her head as she lay on her bed face down.  I told her “Mom, I’m going to help you, I’m calling 911”.  So, I called 911 and they asked me to have a list of her medications ready.  Frantically, I looked for her list of medications or the medications themselves.  I tried asking my mother, but she could not answer because she was in a lot of pain.  Suddenly I looked at her and she had turned over onto her back and was lying still looking up at me but seemed to be without any pain at that moment.  So, I said to her, “Mom, where are your meds” and she didn’t answer just stared up at me.  So, I turned around and saw a pill bottle on her dresser and went to look at it when I heard her say “Jesus”.  Hearing her say that struck me and I turned and said “What did you say?” when at that moment the paramedics rushed into the apartment and ushered me out of the room to work on her.  She started crying again in pain and they took her to the hospital.  That was the evening before Easter 2011 and those were the last words my Mom said to me.  As tough as it was to lose my Mom, those words give me strength every time I think of them because I know that she saw Jesus and he came for her.  She passed away on Easter Monday, two days later.

—Sandy Wittrup