Rest in Peace, Sis
Profunksticated’s younger brother is a widower.
His wife of 22 years, my sister-in-law, passed away Sunday in New Jersey shortly after noon. She had been on a ventilator since last Tuesday, after years of battling lung disease brought on by rheumatoid arthritis. My brother, sister and I did the overnight bedside vigil. My brother decided Saturday he would order the ventilator removed because his wife was showing absolutely no improvement or consciousness.
I’d been holding back, but finally lost it as the ICU staff prepped to begin the ventilator removal. I simply couldn’t bear to watch. My mother and brother had to lead me to the ICU waiting room.
My sister told me that our sister-in-law passed with apparently little discomfort about 20 minutes after being taken off life support. Also hard was telling their two sons, 18 and 13, who were understandably upset. Their mom is gone.
The homegoing service is scheduled for this Saturday. I expect the church to be packed. My sis-in-law was a fiesty little woman, alway teasing and cracking jokes. She rarely complained about her condition, all the while caring for her husband and two sons. She fought the good fight, and now she’s in a better place — with the good Lord. May you rest in peace, sis.
Peace.
