
SS # No. 1: Betty’s Demise.
You had me every step of the way.
I walked into the ICU to share with my mom how I was going to forgo the trip for New Years Eve on the yacht
The Legend to sit by her side.
Mom (formally, Betty Ann Hummeldorf/Hill) had a tube lodged in her throat to assist her in breathing, so she asked for pen and paper. She told me to head to the ocean with out delay... Shaking her head in emotional thrust and a passionate eye. Stunned at her response. I headed to the ocean and
The Legend for a four-day trip with close friends. I was assured, by me host, I would be air lifted by helicopter back to the mainland if for any reason I deemed necessary.
On the second night passed out in my stateroom The Legend floating in the
Isthmus Bay, a hired hand woke me up to tell me there was a call from the mainland, I could take the call in the main salon. My family was asking for the last of 5 consents to remove my mom from life support. They assured me there was a little time left.
I returned to the port of Newport Beach and was at work aboard the
Queen Mary in Long Beach, when at 8pm at night my boss came to the back of the restaurant where J’me Swicord and I were waiting on our last guest of the evening. My mom was now in the spiral of dieing and I need to drive the 40 minutes to city of West Covina,
Queen of The Valley Hospital ASAP.
We arrived and J’me walked into the ICU room and meet my mom and four sisters and one brother in law. Feeling strange after formal introductions J’me moved out of the room.
My sisters all took a breath and cried as I snuggled up close the uplifted bed and took my mothers hand that was now along with her body totally grey. Grey as in dead I told her as instructed by my guides “mom I’m here and you don’t have any of us to worry about. I’ll take care of things from here on out.” You’re free to go now. We love you”. My sister broke out in a cry like I’ve rarely heard and the heart machine went straight line. My mom was now at peace and we were glad her body was not bothering her any more. My sister and brother in law with being told left the room and stood next to the mother how loved and cared for me through think and thin. The nurse on duty came in with white glove sensitivity and did the “record keeping job” “Honey your mom is dead” thanks no shit Sherlock!
The next two-day’s it rained like cats and dogs. I knew the gods were sad for us, but the rain was in honor of a fine spirit who lived on.
May god be with you.