Mamie turned 84 on Friday. On Saturday she seemed to begin her journey to Heaven. I hope I am wrong, but only if somehow she returns fully as her true Mamie self. Right now she is hooked up to lots of machines in a hospital, tied down, sedated–very un-Mamie. Aunt Dot checked on her at 1:45 yesterday–she was making stuffing for the church potluck. She popped back by at 2:00 and Mamie was in her chair, with bloody knees, vomiting, incoherent.
Several years ago, in jest, Mamie said, “oh you guys don’t have to worry about me. Papa will die of a heart attack. I will go of a brain aneurism. No need for long term care for us!” So Papa died in a car accident in 2001. So for the record, Mamie got that one wrong. But it appears that she was right about her own experience. In that way, and so many others, she seems to be tethered to the will of God in a very unique way.
We thought it was an aneurism. Now maybe a stroke. Answers will come tonight. I will update here, so that Aunt Dot can respond to fewer texts. She has not slept. Mom just arrived. I am glad they have each other. Uncle Todd comes tomorrow.
Mamie is ready. Death does not scare her. I just don’t like the idea of a world without her.
We sang “Marching to Zion” this morning and I can hear Mamie singing that song. And I can picture the church in Southern California where we would go with she and Papa when we were little kids. The church had green carpet.