At 6:30 yesterday morning, my Isaac quietly left earth and entered the glorious gates of Heaven. I wanted to share with you a glimpse of that precious time.
Tuesday, Isaac was unresponsive. He didn't say a word, barely moved, and only opened his eyes once all day. I knew this meant that he was nearing death, I just had no idea how near he was. In the morning, he lay there in bed just groaning and breathing very uneasily. I switched him from nasal canulla to an oxygen mask and that eased his discomfort. That evening, I started to hear his breath become raspy and a bit "gurgly". I know that is one of the signs that a person is in their last hours, but I have heard Isaac breath that way before - even before we called in hospice. I figured he had more fluid on his lungs and I'd call the nurse first thing in the morning.
Around 4:30 Wednesday morning, I awoke to hear him groaning again. His breath was very uneasy and it was obvious he was uncomfortable. He was breathing like he had just run a mile. I gave him some morphine and Ativan (an anti-anxiety that helps calm him), waited 30 minutes, and when those meds didn't seem to help, I called the on-call hospice nurse. At about 5:15am, she had me repeat the doses of the meds, plus give him another to help dry up the fluid in his lungs. After about a half hour, he was breathing really comfortably. In fact, it was the most comfortable I had seen him breathing in a few days. I thought the storm had passed and we'd be okay for a little longer. I looked at the clock, saw it had been an hour since I gave him the meds and it was time to repeat. I told him I was going to get more meds and stepped into the kitchen. I poured some coffee, grabbed his meds, and when I came back into the dining room, he was gone. I could see he wasn't breathing and couldn't see his heart beating in his chest. He was just gone.
That's the technical, medical play-by-play. But, something more important was happening in that time between 5:30 and 6:30am while I waited for the meds to ease his discomfort. I decided there was no way I'd be able to go back to sleep, so I pulled out my Bible and sat down at his bedside. I read to him from the Psalms (I remember reading Psalm 121 and Psalm 23, plus many others!), Isaiah 55 (8-9 were his life verses), and Revelation 21-22. Here's a verse I remember reading and praying "He who testifies these things says 'Yes, I am coming quickly.' Amen. Come, Lord Jesus." (Rev. 22:20). I prayed as I read that "Yes, Lord, come...come for him quickly" and the Lord answered!