The first time I
saw Debbie, I thought she was a little girl. She was short – less than five
feet tall – with carrot-colored hair, the bluest eyes I’d ever seen and a wonderful
smile. She seemed nervous. I suppose that’s normal when a guy takes a girl home
to meet his Mom for the first time.
After we were
introduced, I realized she wasn’t a little girl at all, but was actually thirty-something.
Debbie was easy to like and, in no time, we were talking and laughing
effortlessly – on our way to becoming friends.
It didn’t take her
long to steal my son’s heart. They dated for a while and he started bringing
her around more and more. She became a regular at family gatherings and
finally, one day, they announced they were getting married.
And so... Debbie became
a member of our family and, for the next twenty-five years she was one of us! She
and Kevin eventually bought a house, acquired a couple of dogs that were like
children to them and her son from a former marriage visited often. It appeared they’d
live happily ever after. The perfect couple! If ever a marriage was made in
Heaven, this was it.
But if there’s one
thing you can count on, it’s change! Nothing ever stays the same. Sometimes,
when things are going very well, we wish they’d never change but, deep down in
our soul, we know they will because that’s just the way life is. Without
change, we wouldn’t grow. Without change, we wouldn’t learn. Without change, life
would become stale.
Most of us don’t
like change because we fear the unknown. But it comes whether we want it or not,
and whether or not we like it!
Some say change is not
difficult if you’re in control, but when we have no control over the changes in
our life, it’s harder to adjust to them.
Unfortunately, all
changes aren’t good. Some alter your life in ways that aren’t welcome. And
that’s what happened in Debbie’s case.
She became ill.
For the next
several years, it was up and down for Debbie. She had to see doctors often,
take medication for back pain, asthma and other ailments as they arose. She
didn’t sleep well. Couldn’t eat much and lost weight. Periodically, she had to
spend time in the hospital. Finally, after many tests, she was diagnosed with
liver disease. This caused water to accumulate in her tissues and she had to go
to the hospital regularly to have the water drained. In short, she was never
really well again.
Kevin took over the
grocery shopping, cooking, laundry and whatever housework was done. He worked
part-time so he was available to take Debbie for doctor appointments and be
with her most of the time. At holiday time, she enjoyed going to her sister’s
house to celebrate with her four sisters and their families. She also accompanied
Kevin to our house to see the rest of the family, but she tired easily and
could never stay long.
It was so sad watching
her become weaker and weaker.
For the past few
years, they traveled to Pittsburgh often to a hospital recommended by her
doctor, so she could be evaluated and, hopefully, be put on a transplant list.
At times, Debbie got so excited talking about a transplant. She’d say, “If I
can just get a new liver, I’ll be well again, and be able to do all the things
I used to do!”
But it never
happened. Trip after trip to Pittsburgh ended with Kevin telling us that the doctors
said, “She’s not ready yet.”
As her health
deteriorated, so did her mood. She became depressed and, at one point, was
ready to give up. She said, “They’re never going to give me a liver! They only
give them to younger people. It’s hopeless.”
She often asked me
to pray for her and, of course, I did. She was also on the prayer list at my
church. Many people were praying for Debbie.
Only a little more
than two months ago, at Christmastime, she came to our house when the rest of
the family was here. She was so much weaker than the last time I’d seen her.
She had to be helped up and down the stairs and the mere act of trying to put
food in her mouth tired her. Watching her was painful.
In early February,
she went back to the hospital. Water was drained from her body until there was
almost nothing left of her. She was there ten days. When she was released, she
was so weak, Kevin had to carry her from the car to the house.
In a day or two,
Hospice was called in and, after an evaluation, a nurse told the family that
Debbie would be gone within 72 hours.
It was
heartbreaking for everyone!
Two nights before
she passed away, she woke up about two a.m. and told Kevin she was hungry. On
this particular night, he was alone with her. He gave her something to eat and drink
and after she finished, he said, “Do you want anything else?” Debbie said,
“Yes. A big hug!” This delighted him! After he hugged her, she went back to
sleep. He was so pleased to have these few minutes alone with his wife. He told
me the next day that he felt sure this was the last time she’d be able to talk
to him, but the next night, she awakened again – just long enough to tell him what
a good nurse he had been and to say, “I love you!”
Debbie gave up the
fight early on the morning of February 20th. Her husband and family
were with her.
Pastor Brian Dean
of Grace Baptist Temple spoke at Debbie’s memorial service. Attempting to bring
peace to those who grieved, he explained just how different Debbie’s life was
the instant she made the transition. “She’s no longer in pain,” he said, “and
she’s been reunited with all the loved ones who went before her – her mother
and father, an infant child, a special aunt and several nieces and nephews.”
And his vivid description of the joy she surely felt as she surveyed the beauty
of her eternal home brought tears to my eyes.
(Heaven will have a beauty beyond our imagination. It
is like an entire city of transparent gold as clear as glass. Revelation 21:18)
At some point
during her last few days, Debbie told Kevin that she didn’t want him to be sad
and depressed after she was gone.
“I’m tired of being
sick and there’s no hope for me,” she said, “but I want you to go on living and
be happy.”
That’s the kind of
person our Debbie was: unselfish,
kind, generous, understanding, lovable – and more.
She was loved by
many. She will be missed!
3 comments:
What a sad but beautiful story! I couldn't hold back the tears as I read it. Lovely, Peggy.
Nice tribute to your daughter in law. Well written.
Not many young women have a mother in law who loves them the way you loved Debbie. She was lucky. Very nice story.
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