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What Does Death Mean?
Recently I experienced the death of my mother. It was most unexpected. She had been told, due to a CT scan she'd received, that she needed a colonoscopy. And then came this cryptic message with the scheduled appointment: "When you go to the consult meeting for the colonoscopy, take someone with you. You have important decisions to make."
My mother and I figured this meant cancer. But honestly, many people now are surviving the "c word" for five to ten years, if not more. So we went to her consult appointment and then showed up two days later for her colonoscopy.
This is where things began getting interesting.
The doctor informed us, post her colonoscopy procedure, that a tumor was so large in her bowel that it appeared to be blocking the rest of her large intestine. (This would explain why she couldn't keep anything down for the weeks prior; she thought it had been the flu.) She needed emergency surgery. We went to the surgeon's office that afternoon; he admitted her to the hospital immediately.
My mother and I stayed together that evening, with my husband. I asked her, "So how are you with all this?" She said simply, "It is what it is. Just promise me, though, you will be there tomorrow when I wake up from surgery."
I was there.
She never woke up.
To say events happened exponentially would be truthful, yet understated. The surgery went flawlessly, but just as the surgeons were stitching her up, she began bleeding so profusely that it was described later as "gushing."
From there things passed from severe to dire . . . to deceased.
Her funeral was a week ago.
Here are a few of the things I learned:
1. God does not leave us alone in our times of shock, mourning, or sorrow. The Spirit of the Lord came to me suddenly three days BEFORE she died to tell me heaven knew of me, of my mother, and of the situation. In fact, the Spirit came in such abundance that I was startled and knew not what to make of it. But as a friend later told me, "There are no unannounced deaths."
2. The Lord is good to us, even during our times of utmost confusion and sorrow. His grace is sufficient to bind up even the most wounded of hearts--if we will but turn to Him and allow His mighty balm and wisdom to heal us.
3. Service for those who are suffering the death of a loved one (whether expected or sudden) is not just "nice." I've learned it is not JUST a portion of the life of Christ's disciples...it's needed. The weight of my mother's death was carried not just by my Savior, but also by friends and neighbors. Sweet individuals who somehow knew that cards, letters, calls, meals, hugs, shared tears, and myriads of other service-full gestures meant all the difference between my stumbling/falling or my stumbling/rising during this time.
4. Finally (and perhaps this is the most meaningful to me), I nearly didn't visit my mother the morning of the surgery...which turned out to be her last mortal hours on earth. (She'd had friends coming to visit her that morning. Plus she knew I needed to register my daughter for high school. She told me to come DURING the surgery so I was there when she woke up.) But purely on a fluke I took my kids in to say hi. Do you know, the surgery was delayed and we ended up being together for nearly 4 hours. A tender mercy of the Lord. Little did I know at the time it was her last 4 hours of mortal life! Lesson learned? Choose every moment possible to BE with loved ones. Even the seemingly unimportant moments. And not just with your physical presence, but with your heart. You never know when those minutes literally are your last.
To those of you who help shoulder others' burdens, bless you. You truly are Christ's hands and I thank you on behalf of all those of us who have received such tender love.
And now it is time for me to go and do likewise. My heart longs for my mother, but through Christ's resurrection, one day she and I will be together. And in the interim, I now want to roam the earth serving others. May the Lord bless us all as we remember Matthew 25:50.
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