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Topic: Spam (not the meat) (11/03/11)
By Jackie Smithwick
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It was a terrible car accident that left Marjorie laying in the bed with tubes and wires attached to her body. We clung to a rope of hope daily as doctors gave us news of what their next step would be in the attempt to bring her back. They placed a stint in the back of her head to release the pressure. They were giving her calories that would give her strength to fight. But as the week progressed, our rope turned to a thread and broke when the doctors said she was brain dead.
Marjorie left this world on her mother’s birthday.
Not long after the funeral, my sister-in-law, Donna and I went to pack up Marjorie’s things and to prepare her home for sale. It was a very sad experience to go through her belongings. Diaries of a younger Marjorie broke my heart and helped me to understand her so much better. Clothes, jewelry, and pictures were carefully packed away.
While going through the pictures, I noticed several of her friends that I didn’t know, and that was no surprise, but the pictures of a baby and then one of a small child caught my eye. A note was on the back of one that read, “She is doing good, thank you so much.”
“Could Marjorie have had a child?” I asked my husband.
He asked his older sister, and she admitted that she had once suspected that Marjorie had a child and gave it up for adoption. There was no proof, only hints here and there. This was a time for grieving, and since there was no tangible evidence we abandoned the idea.
I wish I had never entered all those silly contests. Now my email was full of offers and advertisements. Free business cards - delete. Credit counseling - delete. Better insurance rates - delete. Find lost loved ones - de....de...... Something said wait, but should I? Oh what the heck, why not give it a try.
I entered all the information I could remember about Marjorie and her child. I paid the fee and prayed and left it in God’s hands. It had been 30 years since Marjorie passed. I knew this was a long shot, but I would never know if I didn’t try.
The email came, a meeting was set, and we got to meet Doris, the young woman of whom we believed to be our niece.
After introductions to other family members, and much, sometimes heated, discussion the decision to take Doris to meet her grandmother was made.
We were not sure it would be wise, because my frail mother-in-law lay in a nursing home in the last stages of alzheimer’s disease. We knew she would probably not even know who this woman was. And yet, because of the desires of Doris, the rest of the family agreed.
It was a glorious fall day as we walked silently toward the nursing home building. We were a large group for visitation that day. It was me, my husband, his brother and his wife, and his older sister, and Doris.
Mixed emotions filled our hearts and anxiety filled the air as we walked the halls toward Joyce’s room. She was awake when we walked in and she seemed to be clearer that we had seen her in a while. She looked up at Doris and with a smile that had been missing for years, she whispered, “Marjorie.”
Tears flowed from mine and the eyes of all the others, but Joyce and Doris did not cry. They only stared at one another with beautiful smiles as they held hands.
It was only a few days later that Joyce went on to be with her Lord. I’m sure she is praising Him and spending time with Marjorie and talking a lot about Doris.
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