Shaking while trying to hold back the flood gates, I shoved anything in sight in my suitcase.
" Wait!" I thought. "A funeral, pack for a funeral!"
It was hectic, I had to give my husband a quick lesson on how to administer IV meds. My 2 year old was recovering from a serious bone infection.
I know, it seems crazy, my son or my sister? But my son was not dying!
All 3 of my children sat on the top bunk looking down at me with confusion on their faces."Mommy has to go say goodbye to Auntie Mer. She's very ill and might die." The trembling words spilled clumsily from my lips.I kissed them and was off.
Twelve blurry hours later my sister Ann, brother Robert, niece Angelia and I stood in the critical care waiting room at the LDS hospital in Salt Lake. Family greeted us with the latest up-date.
Two at a time, gown, mask, gloves. No germs in! No germs out!
Only one 5 minute visit every hour.
We took shifts.
I nervously elbowed the door release button and glanced through the automatic doors.
Mer's room, a huge glass box, first door to the left.
I entered...
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."
Joshua1:9
Love you Mer
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This was a very scary time for our family. We received the call about 3:30pm Pacific Time and were packed and on the road before 4:30pm. It only took us 12 hours but it felt more like 12 days. Yes, my husband reminded me to pack something for a funeral as Peg's husband had.
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As a 7 year old, I can imagine my face. I keep trying to remember things from this time, but my mind is completely blank. As a child, it's incredibly easy to ignore bad things and to this day I have trouble remembering those years. The earliest memory I have is telling someone in my third grade class that my mommy was in Utah because my aunt was dying, and all the kids had to be nice to me.
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