My mom has always been a severely depressed person, missing many things from my middle school years on. I think her stroke hindered body got the best of her mentally. She faced one infection or set back continually. In December Hospice was called in. My dad kept reinforcing the idea that she could "graduate" from Hospice once she was improving again. She continued with her physical decline until suffering what we believe to have been another stroke shortly before she left the hospital on December 20th. The doctor had already discharged her that morning & when my dad got there at 2pm to arrange her transportation home, she didn't acknowledge him. She hadn't eaten or drank anything, nor had any pain meds that day. The nurse on duty was an idiot. Mom had long been past being able to hit a nurse call button, let alone ask for her medication, but apparently the nurse had not spent 30 seconds with her all day to know something was wrong. Her discharge papers were complete, they sent her home. She was unable to open her mouth to eat or drink. Per her wishes there would not be a feeding tube. For the next 10 days we sat bedside with her, talking to her, praying & mostly just sitting because she was still on this earth to sit with. Her last week our cousins from Alabama arrived & helped with a lot during their stay. One darling friend started bringing us meals on Thursday so I didn't have to worry about leaving her side to fix anything. On Friday, December 30, my cousins left that afternoon. A couple hours later we noticed a bad change to her breathing. My dad, brother, Josh & my oldest daughter, Leah all sat with her. The younger kids came down to say goodbye one last time. I had sent a message to my Aunt Jackie the day before that things were nearing the end. She called 30 minutes into our last vigil & I held the phone up so my mom could hear her voice one last time. About 15 minutes later.after 10 long days, she finally was at peace & let go.
My heart swelled knowing she was with Jesus. Thanks to our Hospice chaplain weeks prior, I know she was saved & was as right as she could be with God.
The biggest blessings these last months have given me was 1. A gradual loss, time to say goodbye & to love her as best I could knowing that her life was coming to an end. 2. Witnessing my dad. My dad has been ever faithful & loving- in ways he doesn't even realize. He believes that how he was with my mom was how everyone would be. Not everyone is so lucky. He visited her during every waking hour he wasn't working, sat by her bed, monitored her medicines & therapy appts. Then as things worsened prayed with her around the clock, changed diapers, cried if the slightest discomforted look crossed her face. I never heard a word of complaint. Which is a feat itself. My dad is a perpetual glass 1/2 empty kind of guy, nothing goes how you want it, no one will help you, etc...He complained about other things but never caring for my mom.
I saw a side to him that has touched me deeply & I'm so thankful to have seen a love like theirs.
Obituary for Jessica L. Dillion
|Mike & Jessie|
February 21, 1981
I am deeply humbled by the love & support shown our family at this time. Many people that never met my mom, but still poured out love to us. Thank you to Pastor Shawn Edwards for performing the service & my Aunt Jackie who gave a beautiful eulogy, celebrating my mom & so much of their lives that they shared together.
I miss her, I missed her starting last May.But I know I will see her again.
And as she signed everything,