Grandmother (part I)

 

Dad sent me an email stating that Grandmother was referred to Hospice and that a Hospice nurse would assess her in two days. The next day, Dad sent another brief email with the subject line “Mother.” I paused before opening it because I thought it would be bad news. The short email stated, “She is sinking fast!! Horrible sight. Dad.”  

     I called Dad to see what was going on. Grandmother had a bad day yesterday—she was restless. He had not seen her eyes open all the way in three days. She was not able to swallow. They were giving her meds under her tongue and making her comfortable.

     Dad told me Jamie had visited Grandmother. Grandmother opened her eyes briefly but did not know Jamie was there. 

     “I want to see her,” I said.

     “I don’t think she will recognize you or know you’re there. I think you should remember her the way you saw her last,” he said.

     Grandmother was not ready to die because I still don’t think she knows Jesus. She wouldn’t let me have conversations about her salvation. 

     “That is personal information,” she said.

     Before I went to bed, I cried and prayed, “Lord, I want her to meet you so bad because I don’t want her to go to Hell.” 

     She is a wonderful grandmother. I prayed for her salvation for years and that Jesus would call her to Him. I wish I could do something for her, but I can’t. She has to recognize her need for Him and ask Him into her life.

I prayed she would be awake enough to do so. I did not know what to pray for; the Holy Spirit would do that for me.