My mom Esther was 88 years old when she died January 4, 2021. She had been an active, very independent woman who continued to exercise even after her diagnosis of heart failure two years ago. Her mind was razor sharp until near the end when she began to lose her memory. She was declining for the months prior to contracting COVID, four days before her death. The Lord in His mercy took her home quickly after COVID came.
Esther was the mother to five kids, 18 grandchildren, and Gram-Gram to seven great-grandchildren. We kids often joked that our mom liked her grandchildren and great-grandchildren much more than her children!
My two sons, Steve and Dave, would call their grandma frequently. It never failed, the next day my mom would call me to tell me that one of them had called and that they had this or that going on. She would then ask if I knew this piece of information. If I didn’t, my mom would launch into a long narrative and give me a blow-by-blow description of what my sons were up to. There was an air of gloating in her voice because she knew something about my boys, HER grandsons, that I did not know. I would just shake my head and let her talk.
My mom died in the late afternoon on January 4th but was still somewhat responsive in the morning. Thankfully, and because she was in hospice, I had her moved to a hospice inpatient unit where we could be with her, all dressed up in our PPEs. We played old hymns for her and read Scripture to her. I read Psalm 121:1 “I lift my eyes to the hills---where does my help come from? My help comes for the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”
As I read she smiled and shook her head - yes!
We will celebrate her life this summer with a church service as she wanted and we will do an outdoor luncheon for all her family and friends. We are hoping and praying that by then we will be vaccinated and can come together to do what needed to be done in January – together and in her memory!