The Prayer Answered

Desiree

The Prayer Answered

Desiree
sunriseI left the hospital yesterday around 4 p.m. I tried to eat, to sleep. To cry. But it just wouldn't work. So I prayed. Prayed for my mom, that she might die peacefully without pain or anguish.

My dad called later last night to say that the doctors and nurses conferred at the shift change and they revised the estimate of how much time Mom had left, from a day or two down to 12 to 18 hours. Dad pretty much ordered me to stay home and get some rest. So I did. And I prayed fervently.

I got back to the hospital this morning just as the sun was rising. It was a beautiful, colorful, glowing dawn.

And I learned that it was already over. Mom died at 4:51am. The funeral home had already been there to collect her body. Dad and my brother had just left.

My husband drove me to my parents' home. For which I will be forever grateful. I couldn't have driven myself. Dad told me he'd tried to call me much earlier, before she died. I never heard the phone ring. His message is still on the answering machine.

I think of all the very many sad, hurtful, angry things that my Mom and I did and said to each other. And the only thing that even begins to make me feel any better is the fact that, when I left her yesterday, I kissed her and told her I love her. And that I would see her again soon. I knew that, whatever happened, that much would be true.