On Saturday, our priest stopped by and dropped off about 30 cards which were made by the students of the school at the church. Julianne was very touched by these cards. One depicted a little girl on a hospital bed with a ladder which led up to Jesus and Mary and said "they are waiting for you," and asked Julianne to remember her when she reached Heaven. Juli read through each card in genuine appreciation.
As the day progressed, concerns were raised that she may have another bowel obstruction and a CT scan about 11pm confirmed this. I was called back to the hospital by my wife. When I arrived she told me that Julianne on her way to the CT scan said, "I'm sorry mother." After assuring her she had nothing to be sorry for, Juli said, "No matter what happens, know that I will love you forever." It became clear, she was saying good-bye. When I arrived my wife woke her - Juli reached to me and said, "Don't leave me." Taking my hand, I held her for a good hour after she released me. She was still breathing, and her heart was still beating... but clearly "she" had left and all that remained were chemical reactions in her body as it slowly shut down. At 3:33am Sunday morning the doctor came in and let us know it was over. We stayed with her for several more hours... her brothers were there and several of her aunts and uncles as well.
Julianne died on February 6th, 2011 and was buried on the 11th. Until the morning of the 11th, I was questioning... struggling... with "did we do enough?" She had already been intubated twice and had to undergo emergency surgery for a bowel obstruction. When it became apparent she had a second bowel obstruction... AND she had made it clear that she did not want any more tubes and no more surgeries... while I could have tried to do the heroic thing and ask the doctors to perform the surgery again. Another surgery would have been against her wishes and there is no guarantee the outcome would be any better than the last time - putting her through all that pain and suffering again. Still, I struggled until the morning of the 11th. At 1am I awoke struggling with those thoughts still - and stirred for two hours before forcing myself back to sleep. Just before I awoke I had a dream which set my mind at ease...
I dreamed I was back in the ICU with Julianne - but the ICU was like a terminal at the airport with planes parked all around it. One of the planes was scheduled for demolition as it was deemed not fixable. I thought to myself, "I can fix that plane." (I am not airplane mechanic!) So I worked on the plane between visits to Julianne - and finally said, "OK, the plane is fixed!" A nurse asked me if I had started it up to see if it runs. I replied that I didn't want to wake the children. Suddenly the plane burst into flames and was destroyed. I stated, "Wow, I guess that plane just wasn't meant to fly again." With that, I woke up and realized - God had already determined it was Julianne's time to come home and more "heroic" attempts would only increase her suffering and not change the final outcome. I am at peace.
 And we will not have you ignorant, brethren, concerning them that are asleep, that you be not sorrowful, even as others who have no hope.  For if we believe that Jesus died, and rose again; even so them who have slept through Jesus, will God bring with him. For this we say unto you in the word of the Lord, that we who are alive, who remain unto the coming of the Lord, shall not prevent them who have slept.  For the Lord himself shall come down from heaven with commandment, and with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God: and the dead who are in Christ, shall rise first.  Then we who are alive, who are left, shall be taken up together with them in the clouds to meet Christ, into the air, and so shall we be always with the Lord. Wherefore, comfort ye one another with these words. (1 Thessalonians 4:12-17 DRB)Daughter-in-law's blog: http://talesofaburntnoodle.blogspot.com/2011/02/julianne-therese-windsor.html
Link to Julianne's obituary: