What happened....
The week before Mary died, Brian and I each took her to the doctor. Brian for her cough, me for her sciatica (She had back pain). Mary was 12 weeks pregnant with our Grandson when she died. I was relieved Mary had a doctor's appt on Wed Nov 16th because I was worried about her. Her cough seemed better, but she seemed short of breath. When I told her that, she said she was fine and I shouldn't worry.
Tuesday morning I left for work and told Josh & Mary as I always did that I loved them. I distinctly remember hearing Mary say "I love you too Mom." That was the last time I heard her voice.
Mary worked at Chili's that night. Around 8:15 They called to tell me Mary had passed out, the paramedics were there and I should come. I left the house thinking she had just fainted and I'd take her to the hospital just to be safe. When I got there, I realized things were much worse than I anticipated. Much worse. The EMT's were doing chest compressions.
I remember frantically calling Brian, I remember the car ride to the hospital, I remember Brian & I getting to the hospital before the ambulance and the horrible wait for them to arrive with her. I remember calling my family and telling them to come.
At first we waited outside the room. I couldn't sit. I kneeled at my chair and prayed to God to give her a pulse. I must have prayed those words 100 times.
They let Brian and I inside the room, and I held Mary's hand while they tried to save her life. I think I knew she was gone. Because my prayers changed to "please God give her back to me."
Mary died at 9:15 pm on November 15, 2016 and our lives changed forever. Now all we have left are pictures & memories.
We miss you so much honey. Life just isnt the same without you.
