She's gone... but to where?
This afternoon, at about one, I had the strangest feeling of- well, I don't exactly know what, but it wasn't good- come over me.
This evening, I learned that at that time, Doris had passed away. Doris was my paternal Grandmother, and she had been in the hospital for the last two weeks fighting a battle against pneumonia and COPD. The only thing that kept her here her last day was the oxygen machine cranked all the way up, and a mask pumping the oxygen into her system.
They took the mask off around 11-ish, and she went straight down-hill after that. CO2 built up in her weak system enough to cross her over...
I say cross her over, but I don't really know. The rest of the family believes that she's gone to heaven, but I'm the doubting Thomas in this situation. Living in sin and then claiming Christ on your last day isn't necessarily a free ticket to Heaven...just like David Crowder says "Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die." I'm sad, because of all the meds and lack of strength and mental capacity she had these last days, it wasn't possible for me to go and talk to her about the afterlife.
I, or no-one else, can pray her into heaven. I know that when I was younger, she did believe, but her afflicting health, (starting with a stroke) in the last maybe five or more years, she was embarrassed to go to church (or really anywhere), because she had to take oxygen with her.
This was the year that all of her kids didn't want her to get into the hospital at all... sad.
I'm interested to find out where the rest of this story is going to go... how the rest of the family will make it through, how Grandpa will be able to make it through, if the whole family will bond more, or will deteriorate.
In your mercy, Lord, give them strength, let them come to you as little children that you do not turn away. In your Name, Amen
This evening, I learned that at that time, Doris had passed away. Doris was my paternal Grandmother, and she had been in the hospital for the last two weeks fighting a battle against pneumonia and COPD. The only thing that kept her here her last day was the oxygen machine cranked all the way up, and a mask pumping the oxygen into her system.
They took the mask off around 11-ish, and she went straight down-hill after that. CO2 built up in her weak system enough to cross her over...
I say cross her over, but I don't really know. The rest of the family believes that she's gone to heaven, but I'm the doubting Thomas in this situation. Living in sin and then claiming Christ on your last day isn't necessarily a free ticket to Heaven...just like David Crowder says "Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody wants to die." I'm sad, because of all the meds and lack of strength and mental capacity she had these last days, it wasn't possible for me to go and talk to her about the afterlife.
I, or no-one else, can pray her into heaven. I know that when I was younger, she did believe, but her afflicting health, (starting with a stroke) in the last maybe five or more years, she was embarrassed to go to church (or really anywhere), because she had to take oxygen with her.
This was the year that all of her kids didn't want her to get into the hospital at all... sad.
I'm interested to find out where the rest of this story is going to go... how the rest of the family will make it through, how Grandpa will be able to make it through, if the whole family will bond more, or will deteriorate.
In your mercy, Lord, give them strength, let them come to you as little children that you do not turn away. In your Name, Amen