Amish Cook: Gloria Opens Up About Her Final Moments With Daniel | news – Advice Eating

The door swung open and my mother came in and asked kindly, “Gloria, did you hear that Daniel was killed in a logging accident? There are two squads in your driveway.”

Children scattered in all directions. Howls broke out from all sides. “Is Dad okay? What happened? Will he die?”

There were no answers.

Grandpas looked after the children; I went to the forest.

I ran through the thorns and dropped down next to Daniel. could it be true

I poured all the love I ever had on him while the paramedics did everything they could.

Soon Daniel was rushed to the ambulance and I sprinted to the house, met our six young children and was filled with questions. I told them I have to go with Daddy in the ambulance to see him off in Robinson where he’ll be flown to Evansville on the ambulance. Tears and more tears followed.

“Mom, we want you with us!”

My heart broke in two. I am a mother but I am also a wife.

I tried to reassure them that they would be fine and quickly made plans to meet them on Route 1 where we would all drive to Evansville together.

With sirens wailing, we made our way to Robinson. I kept talking, singing, praying and reassuring Daniel. At that point he responded and faintly told me about the excruciating pain in his abdomen and lower back.

Arriving next to the helipad, I dreaded what was to come next. There was no choice. I said goodbye to him and watched the helicopter as the propellers picked up speed, gently lifted and turned south to fly away with the greatest prize I have ever known or loved. Feelings went too deep for words, too deep even for tears.

Now, as I walked to where my parents, children, and babysitters were waiting for us, I continued to watch the helicopter.

“You know, it really looks like there are angels all around this chopper,” I thought as I watched it get smaller by the second. Moments later, my brother who was with me said, “You know, there are angels around this helicopter.” There was no doubt God was watching over him.

As we began our hour-and-a-half drive to Evansville, I told the kids all I could about their beloved daddy, but spoke gently and generally enough to protect them from unnecessary trauma.

The kids went to lunch when my parents and I went to the hospital.

I put on my mask and went to the desk to introduce myself. The receptionist’s response disturbed me more than I dared to admit. “You can remain seated while you wait for the chaplain.”

We asked when we could see Daniel.

She kindly but firmly informed us that they cannot leave anyone behind as his room was full of people working on him since he arrived.

I went into a small, quiet room and fell to my knees. “Certainly not, certainly not, sir.”

The hours that followed flew by. I tried to eat. I thought about orange juice and how hubby would buy me orange juice just to show his love. Fresh tears ran down my cheeks. Would he ever have that opportunity again?

He had two surgeries that afternoon to see where the excessive bleeding might be coming from. No success. My physical strength was gone, my mental capacity exhausted, and without a miracle I would be a widow in a few hours.

Still, I wasn’t prepared for that last dreaded report from the doctor.

As soon as I got permission, I went to Daniel. As I entered his room, I took a quick hop to his side and told him I was with him. He opened his eyes a little bit – he heard! Despite my heartache, I was thrilled.

My heart tore as I watched the pain tear his being apart. I tried to calm him down and sang songs, recited his favorite verses and kept assuring him of my love. As I spoke to him about our children and my obligation to raise them as he taught me, tears welled in his eyes as I tenderly wiped them away. He knew. I would know. I told him it was okay for him to go to Jesus.

At one point I said, “If you want me to tell the children that you love them and will be waiting for them in heaven, open your eyes.” He clearly opened his eyes. Joy flooded my being once more; how special that would be for their aching hearts.

One-sided conversations too precious to tell ensued as I wiped away more tears for him.

There was something else I just had to say to him: “Daniel, the guys at home checked what you did logging and said it wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could.”

Here his pained eyes opened as wide as he could. He heard. I assured him that God’s ways are always best and that he will take care of us all.

Soon Daniel’s parents and his brother John entered the room. When his mother spoke to him, he turned his head and looked at her. I was surprised.

I will never forget those last precious breaths at 9:15 p.m. that night. Thanks to the medical team who gave everything they had including the 100+ units of blood they gave him.

Since then there have been bushels of tears, children dealing with the shock, countless questions, and yet a God who keeps proving to be greater than all else!

God bless you all for your love, contributions and support!

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