Rick's mom, Carole, passed away unexpectedly yesterday morning. She hadn't been feeling well and was brought into the emergency room at Sanford, early Sunday morning. We went and visited her Sunday afternoon, but she was medicated for the abdominal pain she felt and she clearly needed rest. We knew they suspected an infection and her blood work suggested her immune system was very low. Her kidneys were also not working. She looked sick, but we've seen her come back from sick many times before.
Shortly before 6 am yesterday morning the phone rang. We had a horrible night of sleep. The dog was up several times wanting to go outside. Nolan was up several times complaining of nightmares and finally crashed on the floor by our bed. The sound of the phone jolted us all awake. It was Rick's Dad Jim saying we needed to come to the hospital.
I felt sick to my stomach as I ran around collecting the boys and the dog.
It was Nolan who rallied me saying "you know how positive Grandma is, mom, we just need to have hope."
We entered the intensive care unit about the time the code blue was announced. Her room was flooded with people... it was way too much for our boys to take in and we hurried to shelter them. Hope couldn't save us this day. Our beloved mother (my mother-in-law), could not come back to us this time. My husband was brave and summoned all the love he felt, and knowing his mother's wishes, he made sure they were carried out when the doctor's asked for his guidance.
We are devastated. Too soon, too quick, too much. We stumbled through the day in a dream like fog of loss and mourning, with the waves of grief crashing over us as we waded through the details of planning her funeral.
We've received an outpouring of love and prayers and are humbled and appreciative of it all.