I’m Not Dead Yet

Visiting Mom in NY while up for a Wedding I found myself thrust into an emergency; my Mom was losing blood by the litter and no one knew where it was going. My family in NY was busy with wedding planning, parties, and intercontinental vacations and let her continue to bleed or not make enough blood, she was anemic in Red blood and Iron, not to mention in all her vitamins and minerals! Her body was shutting down and when I arrived she was down another 2 liters of blood! I took her right to the hospital and she went from 7.0 hemoglobin to 10.0, she has now had 3 Iron infusions and is now looking alive and her mind is coming back. For a 94-year-old she has proven to be strong in body, mind, and spirit; God is with Her, praise the Lord Jesus for her healing and continued recovery!

   I can’t say it louder; watch over your parents and the elderly around you; make sure they’re not being neglected. This picture of mom is where she is today. She says to the camera as I took the picture: “I’m not dead yet!”, let’s not bury them before their time in a forgotten place of fear and neglect. They’re counting on us!

On our last evening together we laughed and sang her favorite song, I can hear her singing, "In the Garden" - Listen to the song now, sung by Ann Murry.

I was by her side, along with my brother Richard, when my Mom, Lillian Tripoli, passed away in 2021, she was 96 years old. We miss her dearly and look forward to our reunion in eternity. 

In the Garden - Song by Anne Murray

I come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on the roses

And the voice I hear, falling on my ear

The Son of God discloses

And He walks with me

And He talks with me

And He tells me I am His own

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing

And the melody that He gave to me

Within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me

And He talks with me

And He tells me I am His own

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known

I stayed in the garden with Him

Though the night all around me is falling

But He bids me go, through the voice of woe

His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me

And He talks with me

And He tells me I am His own

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None other has ever known

None other has ever known