The night of Marty's death, I knew the end was near. The doctor had just told me 2 hours earlier that she probably had 5 to 10 days left in this life, but I knew death was coming much quicker. Three weeks before that, Marty had took my hand and warmly but firmly told me that she was ready to go home. I thought she meant back to her house at first, but she looked at me with those piercing eyes she had and said, "No... I'm ready to go home! I'm tired. I've lived a long time, but I'm done. I'm ready to see Jesus and be with my mom and dad." From that point on, her health declined rapidly. I believe she'd made up her mind that she was finished and pointed her face toward heaven. So, last Friday night, just a little after 6:00 PM, I stood by her bedside as she was struggling to breathe. I was not really even sure if she knew I was there at that point. I took her by the hand and I began to sing her favorite hymn to her:
Some glad morning when this life is over, I'll fly away
To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away
As I sang the song, she turned her head toward me and grinned from ear to ear.
Suddenly, she just relaxed. Her breathing was no longer labored, and she was just at peace and calm. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. I leaned over and whispered into her ear, that her fight was over, and I'd miss her, but we would meet again.
She never awakened.
About 15-20 minutes later she was pronounced dead.
My heart was broken, and I cried tears of sorrow, yet at the same time, I rejoiced and thanked God for allowing me to have been a part of this woman's life.
I miss her. I was thinking today how much my life and pastoral duties have now changed. I usually spent a couple of hours a week with her in her home. In the winter I often spent more than that, as we'd sit and watch the snow and recall stories of youth camps and camp meetings of years gone by. I loved to sit and have her tell me stories about growing up here in Galesburg. She lived in the same house for 88 years and the stories she could tell about how the city had changed in that time. I'm so glad her suffering is over and that she is now in the presence of the Lord; but I'm sure going to miss her.
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