Remembering The Last Days

July 24, 2015
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At this time one year ago, Simon was readmitted to the hospital for the fourth, and last, time in a six week period. The doctors finally sat us down and told us Simon had days left. Those brave medical professionals knew it was inevitable but were drawing figurative straws on who was going to break the news. We had accepted that a miracle was not coming but now had the finality to prepare for the permanent loss of his presence in our everyday lives.

Some moments stand out clearer than others, like the text I received as I was tending to our children at home while Simon’s family spent sacred time with him at the hospital. Simon’s sister messaged me: SIMON WANTS YOU HERE NOW. I left the kids with relatives and was beside his hospital bed within six minutes. Simon knew the end was near and had decided his pain was unmanageable; he would be administered increased dosages of morphine within the next day. We all knew that meant communication with him would dwindle to near non-existence. Simon wanted his whole family around him for a final discussion.

At first, it was a flurry of business: song choices for his funeral, which keepsakes to save for which child, passwords for his Hulu and Netflix accounts, location of the keys for our document safe. Then the talk went bigger and deeper. We all talked about heaven, about living life well, and about dreams. We created a peaceful ambience in the room, turned on soft music, and hung a huge Texas flag on the wall. We talked for a few hours as Simon drifted in and out of consciousness.

As night approached, Simon turned over his last personal possessions to me: wallet, phone, and keys. He wanted me to keep his wedding ring but not take it until after he passed. He thanked me for our marriage. Then he told me to go home and be with our kids. He gave me a kiss and said he loved me. And I left to go be with our kids as he asked.

I have never felt so sick to my stomach or so filled with peace at the same moment. I was experiencing something that people have nightmares about: losing the person they love most. Yet, we – his wife, children, family, and friends – were all getting the sweetest gift of closure and gratitude. Simon said repeatedly that in his short life he had gotten everything he ever wanted. He was ready to go home.

That next morning, my older brother sent the following message.

“What Sarah Said” by Death Cab for Cutie is by far the saddest song I know. I always skip it when it comes on. I just can’t handle it.
The message is solid though. We can plan all we want but we really don’t know what will happen.

The final line is the real kicker.

“I’m thinking of what Sarah said, ‘Love is watching someone die.’ So who’s going to watch you die?”

I hope that when it’s my time to go… that I’m surrounded by this much love. This many people who won’t turn their heads. Won’t look away. They’ll watch – and be there for me and my family – because they love me. Even though it’s painful to watch. So wretchedly painful.

4 Comments

  1. Marisa Oste on July 24, 2015 at 2:38 pm

    Thank you for sharing these deeply personal moments. They are beautiful and your message shines through so well.



  2. Judy Colwell on July 24, 2015 at 4:04 pm

    Memories of a life well lived, though brief..lifting you to another love which God is giving you…prayers for you and all who are anticipating the next chapter….



  3. Sarah on July 24, 2015 at 7:02 pm

    Kristy, a miracle did happen. The miracle that took place, that I see, is you. Kristy, you are the miracle. Your inner strength in Christ is an inspiration to me.



  4. k on August 3, 2015 at 12:20 pm

    thanks for sharing! It helps all of us even me ( a stranger you never met but knows Simon’s dad). When my husband was diagnosed with cancer in March my world started tumbling down around me. I think I cried more in that week than I had in my entire life! Even thought the cancer is now gone and the chemo is kicking his hiney we are thankful for each day but worry each day as well wondering if the ugly beast will rear its head again. Its comforting to hear your story and listen to your journey. your writing is wonderful and i hope you NEVER stop sharing your experiences. Always praying for your family!



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