Heaven Sent

Welcome, welcome come right in and take a seat. If you are new here to OSJ, you may find reading my previous publication -The Doorman- helpful understanding the sequence of events that happened before this mystical encounter in my life. In the following first paragraph I will try a give a quick narrative.

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My father had passed in 1997, the day after my oldest daughter’s birthday. As I traveled to my brothers a few weeks after my father`s celebration of life I had a few intuitive (I can`t say thoughts, and I struggle to find the proper description) bits of knowledge yet to have shown themselves fully. (the best way I am comfortable describing) A couple of these bits of knowledge are laid out in my publication- The Doorman. The showing of themselves is also there.

One of those intuitive bits of knowledge I shared with my sister-in-law, and I believe my brother also, though he may not have been up to hearing it at that time. Frankly who could blame him, if it where the other way around and he blessed with the gift instead of me I may have questioned it also. Yet I do believe this gift of intuitiveness is within us all. I have come to except this part of my being and have learned to pay attention when it comes.

I will now continue with A Doll from Heaven that picks up from that timeline.

As a family we worried how long our mother would last without our father no longer being on this earth. Though still married they were not living together at the time of my father`s passing and hadn`t been for quite some time. My mother loved my father with every fiber of her being. We were not sure if she might will herself to die also. A valid concern given their history.

I had shared on that trip back in 1997 that (bit of knowledge I received driving to my brothers that day) that I got the feeling, Mom would pass in the fall of the (A) year, it would be her heart, and I would be the one to find her between the hall and living room of her home. Uncomfortable? Yes, I was too when given such intuitive knowledge. What was I to make of that?!

I lived up the road from my mother and would from my father`s passing onward go and clean for her and take care of the responsibility of paying her bills. My other brother who lived in the same town shared with the shopping and taking her places. Our mother did not drive.

Time had moved forward, and Mom did manage to move forward with life after Dad. The year now 2006 and I once again walked to my mother`s home some 1500 feet away from my own, to do my daily routine for her. The season, fall and it was late August. When I got to mom`s door I did my usually couple of knocks and yell of “Ma, it`s me Debbie.” as I opened the door.

My mother had heard me and came down the hall from her room and as I opened the door she was in mid fall between the end of the hall and beginning of the living room. I ran directly to her. (I see her in my mind, still to this day, as I type these very words) “Mom, are you ok?” I exclaimed.

She asked me to help her up and I could not. (Mom a large size woman) I ran across the road to the neighbor who came over to help me get mom to a chair. She refused to go to the hospital and thanked the neighbor and me for getting her back to her feet. I stayed around a little longer than normal that day to see how she faired.

Ten days or so had passed since her fall and while at moms for my daily visit she showed me her leg. It was swollen. I then got on my knees and literally begged her to go to the hospital. She finally agreed.

Mom spent the next 3 weeks in the hospital. We learned she was suffering from congestive heart failure. As each day passed and her health failing more and more, mom asked me when she would die. My answer, “That`s between you and God”. Her kidneys began to fail, and she feared being put on dialysis.

During one of my visits with mom, she asked me to bring her, her doll from heaven. This got me very inquisitive, and I began to ask her questions. She had explained to me that after her mother had passed all she was given was a few trinkets of my grandmother’s belongings. (another story another time to tell) Yearning for something of meaning from her mother she tipped the emptied purse upside down giving it a good shake. Onto the bed she told me fell a small medallion of Our Virgin Lady Mary. She called that medallion her doll from heaven from her mother to her. She kept it in her jewelry box and asked me to bring it to her. Before retrieving it, I asked my mother if she would send me a doll from heaven and she said she would if she could.

We had all gathered as a family around my mother. Mom slipped in a deep state of unconsciousness, one we didn`t know if she`d return from. All of a sudden Mom awoke throwing her hands to the air saying, “Thank You Jesus!”

For the next four hours my mother laughed and told jokes and said prayers. She said to my one brother (who birthday less than two weeks away)

“Come here, my boy.” (running her fingers through his chest hair) “Mom`s sorry I won`t be her with you for your birthday.” she said as she proceeded to sing him happy birthday.

We were in tears, and she turned to me and said, “You look so tired, my girl. Go lay down for a bit.” I was tired for I had slept very little for the previous 3 days.

“Promise me Mom, promise you won`t go anywhere.” I asked of her. She promised and a nurse found a quiet corner in an area outside my mother`s room for me to rest. They had seen my vigil and knew I was very sleep deprived. My brothers and sister-in-law were there with her along with other family members.

I was shaken gently awake to answer a call at the nurse’s station a couple hrs. later. When I picked up the receiver it was my good friend who told me that my mother was waiting for me to say goodbye. “How, how do I say goodbye to my mother”, I cried into the phone. My friend said, “you can, and you will”, and we ended the call.

From the nurse`s station, I entered my mother`s room where all of us were gathered. (mom, again unconscious) I slid my arm under hers and pressed the side of my face to hers and whispered into her ear, “Ok mom, I`m ready”.

Within two breaths after I whispered those words, my mother passed. Our family then joined hands in a circle to include our mothers’ hands and prayed the Our Father. A prayer our mother taught us when we were just babes.

At the funeral home my oldest brother had noticed something glimmering from one of the flower arrangements sent by extended family. It wasn`t until we were at the cemetery, as they were lowering Mom into her grave that he handed my other brother and I (having one for himself) the objects that drew his attention.

In my hand lay a tiny sculpture. It took my daughter saying, “Mom you got your doll from heaven!" before the realization hit and the tears flowed harder as I smiled. Mom had delivered each of her 3 children - A Doll from Heaven.

We found out later the arrangement was from an aunt on my father’s side of the family who had no idea of the meaning or that the small statues were incorporated in the arrangement she sent. Somehow someway to us, they were heaven sent.

My Doll from heaven

My mother`s death came in the fall of the year- I did find my mother between the hallway and the living room and that precipitated her death- she died of congestive heart failure. Like I said in “The Doorman”- my intuitive bits of knowledge, apparitions/ visions are puzzle like for me to interpret. They may take years (9 yrs from when I got it about mom)