Today, Tuesday, at around 11am Pacific Northwest time I got a WhatsApp call from Lily, Ana and Miley. Minga suffered a massive cerebral event while in dialysis this morning, and was rushed to critical care where attempts were made to stabilize her, including intubation to support her shallow breathing. Ana was not able to go in to see her. Angel arrived and did go in; he was disconsolate to see his mother unconscious and connected to all manner of tubes and wires. About an hour later, I got the message that Minga has died.
She and I just had a wonderful week together. She got to go to the mall, and to a dinner theater, and to the Amador Causeway. She got new shoes, and scented lotions, and a fancy ice cream. She got fussed over by the staff at the hotel, and treated like a queen. She got to go home to the village this weekend, and sit on her front porch and visit with her neighbors.
She was fine this morning over breakfast, and fine on the way to the dialysis unit and going in. She fell unconscious very suddenly while receiving treatment, and likely never knew what had befallen her.
Minga believed that at the moment of her death, her mother and the Virgin Mary would be there to embrace her and take her to Jesus. I have every confidence that belief was fulfilled.
Even though this was anticipated by her family, Minga’s death is enormously difficult. I ask that you remember her, and them, in whatever way reflects your beliefs and your respect for the passing of a great lady.
Rest in peace, my dear friend.