Always ethereal, always eclectic, I write as the mood strikes, when there intrigue reveals itself. Usually that means something controversial or adventure of some sort.

I've tried really hard to be unprovocative, but have as yet been unsuccessful.

Monday, 17 March 2008

Susan Mattson, promoted to glory.

My dad decided that there was overwhelming evidence that Susan did not want to be on life support if her quality of life significantly declined. For the past four days she's been on pain medication that keeps her out completely, except for twice when her eyes fluttered open at the sound of her name shouted. She was experiencing multiple organ failure. My dad made the decision to authorize the machines removed from her last night, and they did so this morning. At 730 tonight she slipped away, to await the resurrection of the dead, when there shall no longer be any pain, nor any suffering, and all tears shall be wiped away.

Please pray for my father, as he struggles with grief, and knowing how to continue his life, and what should come next.

2 comments:

quaintance said...

I'm sorry for your loss, abdul.

mom said...

Sophia has been a gracious comforter during this time.