I have been blessed to have had, incredible conversations with two women, on the verge of their deaths. One was my mother and I’ve blogged about that conversation in the past. The other occurred August 17th, with my friend, Merrie Lib Kendrick, who passed away the following day. Seven years prior, I was hired by her children, to help ensure their mother would be safe and able to stay in her own home as she aged. When I began, Merrie was two months shy of her ninety-first birthday.
Who could have foreseen this would last seven, wonderful years?
Merrie began to show signs of significant decline two weeks prior to her death. Then she would rally, then scare me, then rally, then scare Samantha (her other aid) then rally again. I joked with her daughter, I felt like we were on a “Merrie-go-round”. But, my final two days with her, while not how I would have preferred to spend them, were still filled with laughs, hopes and then sadly, tears. But she still made me laugh, because Merrie Lib was a cheerful person who even while dying, made sure we were both smiling.
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The night before she died, I asked my sister in law, Jean, to help me give Merrie Lib a bath because the day before I did a lousy job of cleaning her up, following an accident. Merrie Lib agreed, until bath time arrived, then she claimed she was too tired. Honestly, the way she had been breathing, she wasn’t trying to get out of the bath, (well maybe she was), she truly was too tired. But, I talked her into letting us clean her up by saying, “If you let us get you clean, I’ll tell you a bedtime story. She knew I wasn’t going to let this go, so she agreed, adding, “I wish you would…”
When I first began working with Merrie, her usual bedtime ritual had been to give herself a sponge bath, then brush her teeth, go to bed to read or do crossword puzzles, until she was too sleepy to continue. Over the years, this habit of staying awake late in the evening faded. Once we finished her bath, I asked, “Do you want to brush your teeth?” She responded, “I’m too tired, I’ll do that later…” So we helped her to the bedroom and as she climbed into bed, I said, “I’ll be back in a bit to tell you that story…” Then walked downstairs with Jean, to do some laundry and walk her out.
Her daughter Cathy and I were talking via text and for a moment there, a decision had to be made, send Merrie Lib to the hospital-alone, or stay home. We both held reservations, because, I could not stay the night. In the morning, I was moving my daughter to college for her freshmen year and due to the Covid-19 pandemic restrictions, Merrie Lib would have been sent to a hospital alone, where she might not have understood what was happening to her. In the meantime, I kept Samantha abreast of the situation. In an act of desperation, I think on both Cathy and I decided to take another pulse/oxygen level score from her, to see if she were better off staying home until the morning.
While attempting to take her pulse and oxygen level–which had been very weak, the past two days, I accidentally woke Merrie and though she looked very weak and tired, nonetheless, she remained awake and talkative.
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Have you ever been a part of something where you felt the hands of God intervened? I’ve participated in many Christ centered retreats over the years and thought I had. But, that evening, I know Jesus assuaged all our fears with that pulse/ox reading. Every measurement I had taken earlier during the day showed a decreasing oxygen level and pulse rate. Now, at this crucial moment, she scored a 91 heart and 67 pulse, which not only fell within normal rhythm, but had also been the best, all day. In all honesty, I believe God stepped in and said, “Stop worrying, she’s safe in my arms now…” to which Cathy came to the same conclusion and Merrie remained home.
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Maybe because I had had that last conversation with my mother, or maybe the Holy Spirit took over or maybe a combination of the two, I decided to record Merrie Lib sending out some love and a prayer to Cathy via some voice texts. Once those were sent off, I said, “Now, I owe you that bedtime story… ” and thus began our final conversation.
“There once was a girl from Canyon, TX, who wanted to be a rodeo star…” I began. Her eyes were closed, but she was amused because she added, “Well that would be kind of difficult, because she’s afraid of horses…” So I added amended the story, “There once was a girl from Canyon, TX, who wanted to be a rodeo star, but sadly, was afraid of horses…” Then Merrie interrupted me again and said, “Though, there is a picture somewhere here of me sitting atop a horse.” I leaned in and asked, “Did you lose a bet?” and she chuckled then replied “Maybe..
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During my first interview with the family for this job, Merrie Lib was resigned to needing the help saying, “I’m of the age that if I’m ever in an automobile accident, I’ll be the one at fault.” Her daughter had also made it clear, her name was Mrs. Kendrick and this was how I was to address her. I began coming to see her twice a week and within the first month, she corrected me saying, “My name is Merrie, not Mrs.” so from then on, she became Merrie, then later, Merrie Lib to me.
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“There once was a girl from Canyon, TX who wanted to be a rodeo star, but was afraid of horses–even though, she had lost a bet and got her photo taken atop of one…” “That’s better…” she replied. “Being afraid of horses curtailed her want for the rodeo, so she pursued another route to finding happiness. After attending the demonstration school on the campus of West Texas’ college campus for ten of her twelve primary school years…” I continued, before she interrupted me again. “Don’t forget, the William F Ray school…” She said and I corrected, adding, “with the exception of her 2nd grade school year in Chicago, while her father pursued his masters degree…”
She smiled in approval.
“…She entered into the dietician program and with the exception of a few classes at other colleges, and an internship at a Jewish hospital in New Jersey, she received her Dietician Degree”. “Don’t forget at the hospital she was as much an oddity to them, as they were to her…” She added, no longer listening to this as a bedtime story, but rather as an episode of “This is your life”; the abridged version. I continued, “Her love for her country, drove her to join the army as a second Lieutenant, and was stationed in the Podunk town of Clinton, IA as a dietician, where she attended to wounded soldiers recovering from their war experiences. It was here, in this one-horse town, where she met the love of her life, her “Sugar” if you will..” Merrie smiled at the reference. “After a brief romance, they married, eventually moving to his hometown of Toledo, OH and while Clinton, IA on first glance held no promise for her, the town eventually found a place in her heart, for bringing her and Fred together…” “Yes, you’ve got that right,” she said.
I could see she was growing more tired, so I began to wrap up the story…
Once in Toledo, together, they prepared for their future, first welcoming Michael, nine months and one day following their wedding date, then Dion ten months later, then Kevin a year after that… then a year or two after that, their darling daughter Catherine.” “Yes…” she interjected “And though she never became the rodeo star of her young dreams, she did find happiness and love, with her family and all the many friends she made throughout her long and beautiful life..” I finished.
She nodded slightly, looking like she was falling back asleep. I rubbed her shoulder, to give her a kind of hug, then added, “Merrie Lib, I’m so blessed to be one of those friends, I love you…” She perked up and replied, “Thank you! A bushel and a peck and a hug around your neck too…mmm” Holding back the tears, I said, “Now, you get some rest, I’ll see you later”, then stood, turned off her bedroom light and walked out of her bedroom for the last time.
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The decision to have Merrie remain home was made easier when Samantha volunteered to stay with her for a few hours that evening, then return very early in the morning. To be honest, I’ve never been more grateful. I was spent. The next day, after my daughter was moved into her dorm, I made plans to relive Samantha and spend the night, so Merrie wouldn’t be left alone. But, she had other plans.
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This month alone, I’ve lost five people I’ve known and cared about, due to varying forms of illness, but none as close as Merrie Lib. What started out as employment seven years ago, turned into true admiration and love for one another. Every morning, when she greeted me at her door, I’d say, “Good Morning Darlin’, how are you?” and she’d reply, pulling me into a side hug, “We are all in our places with sunshine smiling faces…” then laugh, adding, “Much as usual, how are you?” Then we’d sit and discuss much the same as we discussed the day before. It really didn’t matter, we were both in our places with smiles on our faces.