Thursday, September 1, 2016

On The Third Day..The Preparation for the Undertaker

I'm sitting here at my kitchen table reflecting on the last day we were at the hospital, and how  I was so dreading the ride home that afternoon, I was thinking all of these things while walking away from the trunk of the car getting my son Mikease bag from the car with his clothing in it so my sister could begin to clean him up, and prepare him for the undertakers to come pick him up and transport him to the funeral home. All I could say in my mind was my Lord Jesus HELP US! I'm also thinking what a strong woman my sister is to be able to take her nephews lifeless body and wash him up as a newborn baby with all of the love in heart that she has for him, but yet separate the two just for a moment to be professional and strong all at the same time. My sisters profession is nursing but I'm sure nothing in the world could have ever prepared her for this, but she wanted to be the one to do it, and do it right and with love for the very last time. That was the least she could do I'm sure that was what her heartfelt, and I know he would have preferred her to do it over the nurses there that he didn't know, respectfully. So I'm in the hallway outside of his room in the PICU going through his bag that he himself packed just the night before, smelling his T shirt that he was going to wear filled with his scent and cologne, rubbing my fingers across his socks and looking at his pants over and over again, waiting for my sister to finish getting him ready. 15 to 20 min later the time had come for us to see him off of the ventilator completely dressed and prepared to leave the hospital for his final ride from the beach, a place that loved so dearly. I would have never thought a place the he so loved and lived by he would later die by. My son was truly a water boy, always playing around in water all of the time. I think it was a place of serine and serenity for him, you would have had to know him to understand that last sentence. Like I was saying the time had come for us to walk in to see him, I have to admit I was nervous and a little afraid, but when I walked in and saw my son lying there I was in complete aww! There was a glory cloud that hovered over him and all around the room and the most sweetest presences I've ever felt in my life! I've never seen Mikease look so handsome in all of his days, and there was a single ray of sunshine that only shined on him as if it was a spot light. His natural body was in glory and so was his spirit, I just stared at my son in that moment but I couldn't shed a single tear bc my soul was being ministered to silently as the worship music behind his bed played ever so softly and continuously. He was all ready to go he was dressed from head to toe as if it was his first day to school, his hair was perfectly laid and my sister had it brushed just the way he liked it as his shell also known as Mikease lay. You see his house was now empty but filled again in his glorious body in heaven and it was well with my soul.

Isaiah 57:1 (NLT) 

14 comments:

  1. Your strength and resolve is amazing and just truly an inspiration to me. I continue to pray that God keeps you and your family lifted in his highest, most perfect peace. Samethea

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    1. Thank you so much Samethea for your prayers!

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    2. God bless you dear and your loving family.

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  2. I was there and I am in awe at your strength and what was actually going through your heart as well as your head. That day was the hardest day of my life, and as I read your memory of that day it gives me strength because I carry everything and everyone's feelings as if they were mine. I worried so much for you, Mikeia and Michael that day that even i forgot to breathe. I am in tears now, because I too felt that Tank was as handsome as ever in all his glory but was too afraid to tell you that. Thank sweetheart for allowing me to grieve and not be ashamed.....

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    1. You gave him so much joy, he loved his aunt tweet, he always has from a baby! and so do I!

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  3. I pray God continues to strengthen and comfort you and your family. Jesus has come to heal the brokenhearted. It's in the name of Jesus our Father will comfort you because He loves you and has given you everlasting consolation and good hope through Grace. Love you and thanks for sharing and letting God use you.

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  4. I pray God continues to strengthen and comfort you and your family. Jesus has come to heal the brokenhearted. It's in the name of Jesus our Father will comfort you because He loves you and has given you everlasting consolation and good hope through Grace. Love you and thanks for sharing and letting God use you.

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  5. God bless you for sharing this journey with us. Your strength blessed me so. I pray for you and your family daily with out cease and somtimes waking up with you on my mind. So grateful for the Holy Spirit that abides in you it will keep you. We will continue to keep you all lifted. Bless you

    The Roberson family

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  6. My sister took the words from mouth. God bless you Dominique. We love you and pray for you daily.

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  7. My sister took the words from mouth. God bless you Dominique. We love you and pray for you daily.

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  8. God bless you Dominique! Your strength and faith are amazing.

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  9. Bless you. You touched my heart tonight. You will be in my prayers and I am grateful for what you have shared.

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  10. Bless you. You touched my heart tonight. You will be in my prayers and I am grateful for what you have shared.

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  11. You have given me so much strength just from reading your posts. I am grieving the loss of someone special to my heart and am not sure how to move forward. I am grateful for you and appreciate the fact that you have allowed others into your world as you move through your healing process. I will focus on the wonderful times he and I shared, just as you do with your boys. Tragic deaths seem to feel a bit different. But nevertheless, we all have to be strong. I will continue to pray for you and your family.

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