The day I dreaded all of my life / Bennietta Cox (daughter)
October 20, 2007, I am so glad it came so late, it could have been later. At least to see some of your great grandchildren from my kids.
Who knows, I may not live that long either???
I have only been in your house a couple of times since you died. It kills me to go in there and not see you there and I must say the pain is no less today than it was a year ago.
I haven't been able to write about that day until now, so maybe I am making some progress, who knows. Anyhow, here goes, I came over on Tuesday night October 17 and you were so depressed and it hurt so bad because you asked me what you had to live for and I couldn't give you any answer, that one still kills me. Now as I sit here typing through all of these tears I think of all kinds of things I could say but it is too late. I came home and didn't come to see you until Fred called Friday night. He said something just wasn't right.
I came into your room and you smiled and tried to talk but nothing would come out, I was devastated. I knew at that moment that you had the ultimate stroke now, the one you feared the most, the loss of being able to talk. I told Fred to call the ambulance, the one time you didn't argue and make me load you in the back of my van, haha.
I went home and changed clothes and sat in the driveway for what seemed like forever while the ambulance crew worked on you, then after about an hour and a half they finally took off. They drove about 30 miles an hour the whole way to the hospital and finally we arrived there. I watched them get you out of the ambulance. You were being so still, I couldn't belive it and I knew it was the end.
Then they finally got you into the hospital and Fred and I had to sign the DNR form which killed me, how can you say that it is time for your mom to go, how can you say don't bring her back, that was the hardest thing I have ever done.
I sat beside you and held your hand for a couple of hours and they finally came in and did some xrays. They never told us the results and I never asked, I guess I knew the answer already anyhow. Well then they moved you to a room and I asked if I should stay and the nurse told me you would be okay and I should go home and get some rest and come back in the morning so I did. I can't believe I listened to those dumb Hilton Head Hospital nurses again, what a shame.
The next day I brought all the kids in to see you and you couldn't talk, but you smiled and seemed to enjoy seeing them so much for the last time then I left and ran some errands and took the kids home.
I got back to the hospital at about 1:00 and you had some foam coming out of your mouth and you were fast asleep. I asked the nurse what it was and she said the doctor told her it was normal.
I thought what in the hell is normal about that, but now I know what they meant, it was normal for a dying person.
I kept wiping it off and wiping the tears from your eyes and put some chap stick on you for about 2 1/2 hours, then sang some song to you, told you it was time to go to heaven and took off your watch. I was crying so hard I was almost howling, I am sure they heard me all over the hospital but no one came in.
Then I went out and told the nurse you had passed and what time and she said no, it was probably sleep apnea, so she sent me back in. I sat there for about 15 more minutes and went out once again and told her you had passed and it had been 15 minutes and she told me to go back in so I did, I wanted to get the hell out of there but they made me sit there with you when you were dead for almost an hour, finally the doctor came in and told me I couldn't do a damn thing so I ran out of the hospital, down the stairs and out the door and went home and started your website and worked on it until midnight, it was the only way I survived.
Hilton Head Hospital - I HATE YOU with every beat of my heart.
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