Dad sent me an email saying that they referred Grandmother to hospice, and a hospice nurse will assess her in two days. The next day, Dad sent another brief email with the subject line “Mother.” I hesitated before opening it because I feared it might be bad news.
His short email stated, “She is sinking fast!! Horrible sight. Dad.”
I called Dad to check on Grandmother.
“Grandmother had a bad day yesterday—she is restless. I’ve not seen her eyes open all the way in three days.”
“I’m sorry, Dad.”
“She’s not able to swallow, so they gave her meds under her tongue and made her comfortable. Jamie visited Grandmother, and Grandmother opened her eyes briefly but did not know Jamie was there.”
“I want to see her.”
“I don’t think she will recognize you or know you’re here. I think you should remember her the way you saw her last.”
Grandmother is not ready to die because I still don’t think she knows Jesus. She wouldn’t let me have conversations about salvation.
“That is personal information,” she would tell me.
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 asking that Jesus would call her to Him. I wish I could do something for her, but I can’t. She must recognize her need for Him and invite 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.
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