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The Loss of Donna

The Loss of Donna


It must be said, I started writing this on October 6, 2021.  It has, literally, taken me all this time to finish because I have needed to grieve, process, sit in the quiet, remember, and honor those I have lost that were so dear to my heart.

I have been doing and posting a lot of reviews and having a ton of giveaways lately.  It has been good to be able to see some positive, heart-changing things on the big screen and small screen.  Yet, it is also a way for me to dissociate and remove myself from being vulnerable or share anything that is truly painful.

So, here I am…not posting a review or giveaway.  I am sitting in my new dining room, listening to a fan dry the mud from the drywall where we had a flood in our new kitchen, looking at my cat who appears to want to murder me, and pondering on how this month has been affecting me.

Fall.  I love this season.  The cooler weather, the changing of the leaves, the world preparing for everything to die away in the winter only to regrow with beauty and new life in the spring.  I love it.  Yet, this month, in particular, brings tremendous sadness and grief.

On October 1, it is the fourth anniversary of my Lady’s death.  That day never passes by without me reflecting on our friendship and what she meant to me.  How I miss her and how I have never really mourned her loss.  I just push it down, push it down, WAY down.  Thankfully I had a sweet distraction on that day.  Charleigh Mae was here to love me and keep me extremely busy.  I simply can’t wait until my next grandbaby makes a grand entrance next year.  Grandchildren are God’s way of saying “you survived raising children, now enjoy the fun part.”

Yet, today, I find myself struggling again.  Today is my friend’s 62nd birthday and her first birthday in heaven.  We met years and years ago, she was Leigh Ann’s mom, my friend that passed away a few years ago.  If it weren’t for Donna, I would not have made it through Leigh Ann’s death.  I should have been a rock for her, which I was when she needed me.  Yet, she was my rock on coping and reminding me of the fire that was Leigh Ann.  A few years prior to LA’s death, Donna lost her husband to cancer.  David was a sweet man.  Quiet in nature unless you ticked him off and then BOOM he would explode.  Those episodes were few and far between.  He was the love of her life.  Donna and I became incredibly close after the death of her daughter and my friend.

She was in the thick of raising LA’s kids, her grandchildren and I was in the thick of raising kids, all around the same age.  We bonded over the silliest things.  There were things we didn’t agree on, there were things we debated together on, yet our foundation was strong.  We could love regardless of those differences.  That is what friendship means.

We talked every night or every other night.  I would watch the Detail Geek and describe it all to her.  She watched it vicariously through me.  We would solve the world’s problems, discuss our day, and she would make fun of my suppers.  She called me the Casserole Queen.  That woman never made a casserole and I made one every night.

Donna had not been feeling well since her granddaughter’s hospital stay.  We both thought it was just stress, exhaustion, adrenaline from what we thought was cancer which ended up being a severe kidney infection.  This led to the removal of her granddaughter’s kidney.  She wasn’t eating well, drinking nothing but soda, and smoking.  Man, we mama’s can live off of anything in a stressful situation.

I encouraged her to go to the doctor but she refused.  She had a fear of doctor’s.  You go in and never come back out was her mentality.  We talked about her quitting smoking, which she did because the cough got to be too much.  She began having dizzy spells and not being able to keep food down.  This was all in about March I would say.

We thought maybe it was Co-Vid and that she just had a really bad case.  Still, she wouldn’t go.  She was just going to wait it out.  Then, when it didn’t go away, we thought it was grief beginning to settle in her.  She never really had time to grieve the loss of her husband and her daughter.  Grief can, quite literally, kill someone.

She lived with the age old question “Is it better to know someone has something terminal, so you can prepare yourself and say all the things you need to say?  Or, “Is it better for it to be quick so you don’t have to see your loved one in pain?”  She experienced both in a very short amount of time.  Frankly, they both suck.

Then, she began losing weight.  She had no appetite.  She would say that nothing tasted good and she was just so weak.  There was nothing her son, her grandchildren, or I could say to her that could get her to eat.  She quit smoking and mainly just slept.  There were times I could not understand her talking on the phone.  That’s when I knew…I knew something was not right and I had to try again to get her to go to the doctor.

On her birthday, I surprised her and popped by her house.  I knocked on the door (much to her dismay) and I heard the dogs.  Then, I heard Lexi running to the door.  She opened the door and I hugged her sweet little neck.  Lex quickly disappeared back to her dungeon (LOL).  As I walked in, my heart sank.

One thing that those closest to me know, I do not show emotion.  Also, I’m a rockstar in stressful situations.  When I am alone, that is when I process and stuff emotion.  Healthy?  No.  What I do?  Yes.

I turned to look at Donna laying on the couch.  She was nothing but bones and she was so jaundiced that the whites of her eyes were yellow.  She had lost more teeth and had no strength.  I stood at the doorway.  Frozen.  I put my head down and the tears flowed freely.  I simply could not hold them in.

She first asked me why on earth I knocked.  Family does not knock.  I still couldn’t move.  Then, I heard her say “Brandi, come here.”  I walked over and sat next to her.  I laid across her frail body weeping uncontrollably.  She just stroked my hair and said that things would be fine.  She said she drank some that day and hadn’t thrown it up.

That moment froze in time for me.  Again, here she is, knowing what she knew, and she was comforting me.  See, that day, she had called me earlier and told me that good news was she did not have Co-vid but the bad news is that she had stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

You just don’t realize it until you see it.  I knew her time was limited.  She was going to fight and do all the right things.  She was going to drink more water, eat more, do whatever the doctor said but by then, it was too late.  She knew.  I knew.  We all knew.  Yet, we hoped that it would be different.

I begged her to let me take her to the ER to just get some fluid.  Her belly had begun to swell and I know that she was hurting from losing so much weight and laying in one position.  She refused.  Everyday I would go over there and stay for as long as I possibly could.  Most of the time, it was just us.  Sometimes her grandchildren would come in and out or her son.  They all lived with her.

With each passing day, she would get weaker.  One day, she wanted me to brush her hair.  One day she wanted me to rub her feet and legs.  They were so swollen but the pressure of me rubbing her feet seemed to make her feel better.

There were some days when her older sisters would come.  One lived in Michigan and came home to be with Donna as much as she could.  I tried to lift as much of the burden off of them, so they could spend good quality time with her.

Hospice had been called in and Donna told them to get out out out.  She refused them because she knew what that meant.  I know that David was flooding her mind in the last few days of her life.  She knew hospice meant death.  She was not ready for that.  Her sisters gave her a bath and that seemed to exhaust her yet refresh her.  Her great granddaughter came for a visit as well, which lifted her spirits plus she was expecting her second great grandchild, a boy.

We had some excellent conversations once we were alone.  There was resolution for a season that took us apart for a number of years.  That was the first time that Donna ever said she was sorry.  It took me back because I had let that go years ago.  She said that she remembered saying all those things and then she looked into my eyes and saw the hurt and pain of what she had just said.  Also, she stated that she couldn’t bring herself to talk to me because she was so ashamed of herself.  That touched my heart and humbled me.

We talked about her daughter and all the things that comes with her.  It was so healing.  She talked of David and her plans that she wants for her son and grandchildren.  I have never really spoken to someone with such clarity towards the end of their life like that.  We talked on worst case scenario and then what we were going to do when she got better.  Everything was covered.

Then, it was the afternoon of chaos.  So many people had come in and out.  I had found out some things that I never knew and made phone calls I never wanted to make.  Her granddaughter was overcome by it all and was acting out due to the trauma.  I was called and she was in the back of a cop car.  It took me an hour to calm her down and remind her of the love that I have for her and who she is in Christ.  I am so glad the officers understood the situation and showed her grace upon grace.  These kids have simply been through more in their lives than most adults will ever experience.

October 15, 2020 As I walked into the trailer, strangers (to me) were there.  They didn’t stay long and eventually it was just her grandkids, her son, and her sisters.  Donna was very uncomfortable.  I rubbed her belly, her legs, feet, head, hair…anything she wanted but I couldn’t get her comfortable.  I begged her to let me call 911 because her belly had so much fluid on it.  I explained that if she went, I would go with her and she would not be alone.

Finally, she said yes because the pain was unbearable.  I called and we immediately moved things around to make it easier for the EMTs to get in with the stretcher.  They got there and realized that the stretcher wouldn’t fit, so they had it out by the bus and brought in a wheelchair type thing that she could be safely strapped into.  I informed them of her bed sores and her protruding tailbone and the discomfort that she was in.  They were so gentle with her.

As they were picking her up, she was screaming in pain.  She was afraid she would fall out of the chair.  I was holding her hand and explaining that they were going to strap her in and I promised her they would not drop her and she would not fall.  That I was right behind her watching and monitoring the situation.

They got her down the 3 steps and then I saw her arm fall off the side and her head fell.  I screamed her name as the EMTs were rushing to get her on the stretcher and get her O2.  I could hear her grandchildren screaming.  Her son with a panicked look on his face.  Her sisters.  There was no time for me to console them.

At that point, I jumped into my van with Stevie (her son) and we actually beat the EMTs to the hospital.  Her sisters were not far behind.  I parked and ran to the bay as they backed in… fearing that Donna would be gone.  She wanted me beside her when she died.  She didn’t want to be alone.  She wanted to be with someone who loved her.

As they backed in and got to the back, I saw them drop the legs to the stretcher.  I stood in fear with her sisters and son beside me.  I looked up and saw Donna wave at me.  At that point, I dropped to the ground.  It was like my legs had no bones and I wailed.  That was not crying that came out of my mouth.  I felt sick, scared, relieved, and like someone had taken an iron skillet to my body.  I couldn’t move.  Her sisters just stood there, trying to help me.

Finally, I pulled myself together, got my mask and ran into the ER.  They let me back (only because her family asked me too) and there I stood/sat by her bed.  Just watching her.  She looked over at me and asked me if she was going to die.

I told her yes.  We talked about her salvation and then we talked about what she wanted for each person in her family.  After she had settled all of that, and the doctors couldn’t do anything, they left us for a moment.  She looked up at me and said “Well, we have got everyone figured out.  Now, what about you?”  I asked her what she meant and she wanted to know if I was going to be okay and who would take care of me.  In awe, I just looked at her and told her that I would be fine.  That I would miss her everyday and I would keep an eye/ear out on her family and always be there if they needed me.  I thanked her for her love and friendship.  Without missing a beat, she said “There’s room in the bed…I will scoot over and you can lay down with me.”  My heart.  She knew that that was my comfort.

I told her that they would probably kick me out if they saw me do that!  Then, I asked if she wanted her sisters and son to come back.  She did, so I went to get them and let them have quiet moments with her without any intrusion from me.

They released her from the hospital because there was nothing they could do and she wanted to go home.  Stevie and I watched them pull out and we beat them home, again.  We got the couch ready.  By then, some people had begun to stop by again.

I was trying to stay out of the way and let those who needed to be by her side.  At that point, she was not awake.  Not long after I had gotten there, it was late into the evening, Bart called and said I needed to come home now.  There was an emergency situation that could not wait.  When he explained what was going on, I lost it.

I wanted him to try and explain to the person waiting for me that I was at an end of life friend’s house and I couldn’t leave.  They didn’t care.  I hugged and kissed Donna.  Told her I would be back shortly and I flew home.

I can’t even with what happened at home.  Honestly, I do remember after talking for what seemed like forever and completely losing myself, where I had been.  I told her that I had to go and she could come back or follow me.  She let me leave.

As I was flying back to Donna’s her sister called and said to hurry.  I did the best I could.  She took her last breath right before I got there.  I walked in to everyone sitting around not knowing what to do.

As I did a week prior, I stood, frozen in the doorway.  I looked at my friend and I went and laid down beside her.  It was hard for me to catch my breath.  She was really gone.  Diagnosed exactly a week before.  She went from okay, I’ll fight this to meeting Jesus and being reunited with her husband and daughter.

After I collected myself and the coroner came and took her body, I sat in the big chair.  Her sweet granddaughter came and curled up in my lap.  Grief had overtaken her and I was the warm body that she fell on.  With me, there has been nothing but love since she was 3.  I had been there through it all and here I was again, comforting my sweet girl.

I have been true to my word.  I miss her daily.  There are days when I miss her more and some days when I don’t think about it until the night.  That is when we would chat.  I have not watched the Detail Geek again.  Her son is okay, as okay as he can be.  Her grandson is a father of 2 and working.  Her granddaughter is living with a relative and for now, she is doing well.  She is working on school and has a goal for her future.  We chat as often as a teenager wants to chat with a 49 yr old woman 🙂

I am ready for this month to be over.  I am ready to heal.  I am ready to remember the good times instead of the end.  One day.  Maybe when I see her again in heaven!

The Loss of Donna


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She’s Gone, Now What Do I Do? Honestly, what am I supposed to do now?  Over a decade of friendship and now, aside from your son and the children, you are all gone.  This ache is deep and my tears flow freely at any given moment.  It is so strange knowing that you are gone because that is not what we talked about.

I Miss You

It has only been a few days but I miss you.  We would chat, most nights, until about midnight about all the things.  I would watch my car detailing videos, mute, and tell you about every detail.  Then, we would discuss the children and what they were doing.  We would fix the world’s problems and now I don’t have anyone to talk to.


Always Wondered

I have always wondered is it best for others left behind for a loved one to die quickly or to *know* that they are dying so you can say what you need to.  Honestly, I have experienced both ways and they both suck.  For me, they do.  The ones who have passed well, as a believer, once your eyes shut on Earth, they open in the presence of the Lord.


When your loved one dies instantly, with no warning, there are SO many things unsaid.  That last I love you, the last I am sorry, the last smile…when did you hug them last?  For me, it has been 6 mths due to conflict.  I remember the last words spoken.  Furthermore, I remember the last words he spoke to me.  Also, I remember sitting in my car screaming at the top of my lungs just to get out the anger.

Anger is secondary to fear and/or sadness.  My fear was knowing how my husband would react to the words said to me.  My sadness was knowing what the outcome was going to be.  It was an outcome that I never wanted but was necessary in order for my husband to heal.  Yet, the pain that came in the morning was devastating.

A Small Amount of Time

This time, however, I have known of “not feeling well” since February or March.  What started out as vertigo and back pain ended in death.  Something so treatable as those 2 things.  Doctor visits yield Meniere’s disease, possibly.  Could be allergies.  Maybe it is stress.  Go to the chiropractor, get some blood work done, blah blah blah.

Those things led to not being able to keep anything down and losing weight.  Energy waning.  Speech slurred a bit.  Upset stomach and passing out.  She was “forced” to go to the ER where they said, “your electrolytes are low and you are dehydrated.”  Well, let’s pop in an IV and get that up.  For a moment, she was better.

Until She Got Worse

That moment was fleeting and we all tried to convince her to go to the doctor again.  This time they did x-rays, co-vid testing, and blood work.  There were bacteria in her bloodstream.  I remember her saying that.  Then she said, “good news, I don’t have covid!”  A sigh of relief.

Then silence.  She said, “but they found a mass on my pancreas.”  My heart went into my throat and I asked if it was cancer.  She said she did not know and she had an appointment with an oncologist on October 7th.  This was the day after her 61st birthday.

When I Got to Her Place

I walked in and there laid a shell of the woman I was used to seeing.  She had lost so much weight and was so jaundiced, I knew that this was serious.  I walked over and laid my head across her chest.  She patted my head and said “Brandi, I’m going to fight this.  It’s going to be okay.  I’m too mean to die.”

I snuggled up with her on the couch and we talked about all the things.  Once again, we solved the world’s problems.  I came by almost daily to check on her and the children.  At night, I would call.  Then she went to the doctor on the 7th…she said they called in hospice.

The Next Day

I came over and we started talking about other things.  Things neither one of us wanted to talk about.  Funeral homes, flowers, plans for her grandchildren and son.  She kept saying that this was all pointless because she was going to get a second opinion and fight.  This woman fought to the very end.

Most days she would ask me to “take her feet apart.”  AKA rub her feet because that felt SO good.  Then she would want me to play with her hair.  Somedays, I massaged her stomach because the swelling was so much that she said it helped her feel better.  Other days, I would just curl up next to her.  Sometimes we would nap and other times, she would nap and I prayed.

The Night at the ER

She finally could not take the pressure and swelling of her belly.  So, she asked me to call an ambulance just to have her checked.  They got there and the stress of moving her caused her to pass out.  We all thought she was gone and rushed to the ER.

Her son and I got there before the ambulance.  They wheeled her out and she cut her eyes at me and waved.  I crumpled in the parking lot.  It was like all the air being let out of a balloon.  Her sisters were there and we all rushed in.

The Beginning of the End

I knew that night, that she would be gone soon.  As I sat by her bed watching her breathe, we talked again.  She talked of her salvation, her husband, and her daughter that died before her.  David died 5 years ago of cancer and her daughter died 2 years ago by a choice that was horrific for her family.

She said they were standing up there going “oh hell, here she comes!”  I told her there was no swearing in heaven.  We both laughed a bit and then the topic got more serious.  She knew there was no fight left.  It was a matter of time and that time was up to God.

Final Words

She asked what would happen to Steve, her son.  Then we talked about Lexi, her granddaughter.  Next, we talked about Austin, her grandson.  Sierra, the precious girl that lived with them and expecting Donna’s great-grandson (whom Donna named).  She talked about Kenleigh, her great-granddaughter.  We got it all squared away.

Then, she looked at me and said “who is going to keep you out of trouble?”  I just sat and cried.  She said, “wanna crawl up in this bed, there is room?”  If I could have, I would have.  I told her we would get in trouble and she said she didn’t care.  She begged to go home.

We Got Her Home

Home.  She was not Donna anymore.  There were moments when she would focus, but we all knew the time was coming.  That time came…my Donna was gone.  Once again, I walked in and laid over her chest, and cried.  I listened to the wails and sobs of her son and grandchildren.  Her sisters.

I haven’t even fully processed it all but today is her funeral.  Everything changes for everyone.  Life never stops moving, does it?  I feel lost and go to pick up the phone and realize, there is no one to call.  Oh, Donna.  It wasn’t supposed to be like this.  We talked about that, remember?

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