By Glenda Zimmer
My daughter took the call from my sister while I was out taking care of last minute details for our Memorial weekend getaway. “It’s important that you have your mom call me back as soon as she gets home, but do not have her call now….tell her to call as soon as she gets home.” She called me on my cell phone to relay the message and said, “It sounded important, but you are not to call until you get home.”
Nothing prepared me for the news I was to receive. My mother had been in a one-car accident. No one else was injured…she did not survive…she died instantly…”
No, how could this be…she was to arrive in my home in three weeks…I had just confirmed the tickets…we were going to invite her to move up here…this just can not be true. The thoughts flew quickly through my mind. My eleven- and thirteen-year-old daughter and son were watching every move I was making and listening intently. I quickly got off the phone as the three of us collapsed on the couch shaken and crying as I disclosed the details of their grandmother’s death.
Amazingly, details quickly fell into place. With the support and strength of our husbands and children, my sister and I were fully able to coordinate the family and friends notifications and funeral details completely by phone. You see, my mom had been living near my sister in Texas, I had just moved to Oregon, and Mom had always told us she wanted to have her body rest in Iowa, next to her two children that had passed away as infants.
It is surprising how many specific instructions our mother had given us over the years preparing us for her death. We just did not realize it at the time. Just that past year, she had given me a copy of her will and information on her life insurance policies. The week prior to her premature death, she had for some reason paid up all of her rent and utilities for the month. Other details just seem to fit in perfectly.
Many of the events and intertwining stories surrounding my mother’s death have led us to know that it was simply God’s will and that His hand was guarding over the entire situation. I will attempt to share some of the more significant ones, just to give you an idea of what led us to this conclusion.
Construction workers witnessed her driving erratically a ways back from the scene of the accident. They said she looked confused. They tried to stop her and get her help, but it just was not possible. Mom then evidently pulled into a parking lot not being sure of where she was. She got out and got back into her car, not putting her seat belt back on, which is so unlike her - she ALWAYS wore her seat belt. Mom then pulled out from the parking lot behind a young girl who was pulling out of the high school parking lot. Mom sped up to 65 mph in a very short distance (we believe her diabetes finally caught up with her and that she was having a heart attack or stroke causing her foot to freeze down on the foot feed). She managed to somehow pull out around the girl, pass her, and not hit any oncoming cars. When she pulled back in she overcompensated and went off the side of the road, causing the car to go down into the ditch and hit a culvert, be tossed into the air, hit a telephone pole, fly forward (ejecting Mom), and take out 40 feet of fencing. Miraculously, no one else was hurt or involved in the accident. Mom died instantly when her car hit the telephone pole. She was in a state of confusion at the time of the accident, so she most likely never knew what happened.
Mom’s younger sister, was eating at a restaurant in Jefferson, Iowa, (our hometown) with her friend at the time that we were trying to get in touch with her to tell the news of Mom’s death. She unexpectedly thought about and commented to her friend that she wondered where my mom would want her burial site to be, since her two children rested in Jefferson. Would it be in Jefferson or down in Texas? Later, when her daughter reached her to let her know Mom had died in a single car accident at approximately 1 p.m., she could not believe she had just been wondering about her burial requests. It amazes me still the way God prepares and buffers us for shocking news and disturbing events.
The event accomplished many feats. The young girl, a senior in high school getting ready to graduate in a few weeks, was the witness to the accident. The firefighter that arrived on the scene was her father. Her parents had been divorced for a few years, and the father/daughter relationship had suffered. They had not spoken or seen each other in a few years. The father came over to the daughter as he always does to witnesses to be sure they are all right. After confirming she was fine, he went back to the scene, unaware that he had just spoken to his daughter. One of his co-workers at the scene came up to him and asked him if that was not his daughter. He was understandably overwhelmed. To make a long story short, the father and daughter then spoke at length, he came by afterwards to see her, and attended her graduation. After many nights of restless sleep due to witnessing the tragic accident, the girl told her mom, “Mom, maybe God took the girls’ mom away, to give me my dad back.” The two are still in contact.
If this is not enough, when my sister went in to deal with Mom’s finances, the banker that handled Mom’s accounts was the mother of the boyfriend of the girl who witnessed the accident. She and my sister were able to exchange the above information, and my sister was able to offer our sincere support, and let her know we hope all is well with the upcoming graduate.
In addition, Croley Funeral Home that serviced the scene of the accident just happened to be the one that had its own jet plane that could fly Mom’s body directly into Jefferson, Iowa’s airport and into the hands of staff from Slininger Funeral Home. Though perhaps a small detail, it was of huge comfort for us at the time to know that the transfer would be such a smooth and guarded one.
Once back in Jefferson, no longer knowing the Methodist minister or if the church and minister were available, we followed the funeral home staff’s suggestion. The current female Methodist minister was highly recommended. She turned out to be perfectly suited for the job. She collected information from us in less than two hours, and she assured us that she would go home and pray about how to give the service and what to say. God guided her words perfectly. She did an absolutely terrific job of talking to the six grandchildren twice before and once after the service. She also talked to the adults, including our Dad and stepmother to be SURE we were ALL in the healing process. You see, my mom’s life had been one of much turmoil; however, the minister handled it all with a grace only definable as divine in its origin. I have never witnessed a more beautiful and fitting funeral service.