It was strange hearing them talk about her as if she wasn’t there but Yvette was in the room and heard every word the doctors were saying. Even in her comatose state she was still aware of her surroundings.
“She’s certainly a fighter. Most people after this type of stroke, I’d give them maybe a 20% chance of recovery. Her fighting spirit increases the survival odds drastically,” her doctor said to an intern flipping through a medical chart.
Scratching his head, her doctor continued, “The strange thing is I don’t see any reason for her to fight so hard. She lives in a nursing home with no family or friends nearby that we’re aware of. Something is causing her to cling tenaciously to this life.”
Attempting to turn her head even slightly, Yvette tried to open her eyes to let the doctor know she didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. The effort was too much for her weakened body. Instead, she lay motionless on the bed, a miniscule tear running down her face and onto her pillow.
Daddy, how can I make them understand? It’s for you that I fight death so hard. I’m sorry, Daddy. I would love to go home to be with Jesus and to see you and Momma and the rest of the family. But I can’t. Not now. It would be the end and I know the end would break your heart.
Pausing from turning pages, the intern looked up as deep frown marks appeared across his brow. “Doctor Rodgers, isn’t it unusual for a person this far advanced in age to request to be resuscitated? Don’t most request not to be revived?”
Looking over the intern’s shoulder at the chart the doctor shrugged, “That’s part of the mystery. We don’t understand why a 95 year old person would fight death so hard. I’ve known Mrs. Clark for years and she doesn’t seem the type who’s afraid of dying. She’s strong in her faith and all.”
Oh Daddy, I know you were disappointed when I was born. Your last child was a daughter just like the four older children. You were an only child, as was Mother. Your continued legacy rested in your last child, me. I know it hurt you deeply and that’s why you nicknamed me “Boy.” You knew when I and my siblings died, your legacy would die as well. Well Daddy, I’m hanging on for you. I’ve been fighting death for years now. If it is within my power to do so, I will not end your legacy today.
Turning to the intern on duty for the night the doctor instructed, “I’ll leave a message with the nurse to notify you if there’s any change in her condition. How much longer can this poor soul hang on? I hope she finds her peace before too long. She’s suffered enough.”
Daddy, I know the end is near. I want your legacy to last just a little while longer. The ending of this era seems so sad. I don’t know, maybe I’m looking at it all wrong. Daddy, is Jesus there with you? I sure do need to talk with Him right now. Maybe He can help me sort all this out.
Before turning off the lights for the night, the nurse stood watching Yvette’s face. She too was a woman of faith and was praying for the elderly woman to find peace. “You know, this isn’t the end for you. It’s just the beginning. It’s okay to let go. Jesus is waiting.”
Did you hear that Daddy? Did you hear what she said? Maybe I am looking at this wrong. Maybe Jesus sent her to me to help make sense of all of this. It’s not the end of your legacy, not really. Your legacy has been handed down from generation to generation and it is alive in me right now. It will live in me even after I die.
The nurse came running as a warning bell went off on Yvette’s machines.
Your legacy will be complete when we are together again. It’s the end of life as I know it but it’s the beginning of life as it will forever be.
After fighting to save her life for twenty minutes, the intern looked at the clock for time of death. Watching the flat line on the machine, the staff wished her only the best as Yvette entered into a new stage of her life…eternity with Jesus and her family.
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