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We bought gifts for our families and friends and then came home and packed our bags to go back to the states the next day. Seventeen months earlier, when we were driving mom to the airport to go on her mission, my husband, Mike, rather indelicately asked her if she were to die in Africa could we bury her in Utah rather than California where my father had been buried 39 years earlier. I chided him for asking such a question, but it turned out to be more relevant than I thought. Now we can visit them both. There is no doubt this was a painful experience and all who have lost a loved one can relate in one way or another.
But, I know my mother would want me to look for the good, and there is plenty. For one, we were able to meet the people she spent her last days on earth with and see where she lived and what her mission was like. That has been very comforting. Her life had meaning. Three, she was prepared to go. While taking her to the airport she told us she was ready to go should it happen.
This was another great comfort and I think of it often. Four, we felt the love of the people in the Ivory Coast who knew her and showed us how much they loved her by how they treated us. Five, our family and friends in the U. There were cards, emails, money, hugs, and gifts. Six, she is with her husband. She spent 40 years on this earth after his death, being true to the faith for which she committed her life, knowing that one day, this day would come. It is a comfort to know they are now together, sealed for eternity. To read parts one and two click here.
Part Two — To read part one click here. LDS missionary, Sis. Communication with the doctors and staff was extremely difficult.
Elder Dale Anderson spoke some French and tried to understand from the doctor exactly what was going on with my mother, but it was all still very muddled. What we did know was that she was unconscious and they had amputated her left leg. Her pelvis was fractured as well as some ribs and one lung had collapsed. It was looking pretty bleak. We were only allowed to visit for a short time, once a day. Initially, we were allowed to go in together with one attendant watching us.
Since mom was unconscious we mostly just talked to her as if she were listening to us.
We joked and tried to make light of the serious situation facing us in order to deal with the severity of it all. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do because from that point on we were no longer allowed to visit her together; only one visitor at a time. The night before, I had called my husband, Mike, and asked him to see what he could do about getting my mother to a hospital in the U. He looked into getting an air-ambulance, which would first fly mom to a hospital in Paris. Once stable there she would be flown on to New York.
Again, she would need to be stabilized before flying home to Utah. This sounded like the only feasible plan, so we all went to work trying to make it happen. Stock Photo of an Air Ambulance. The first major roadblock was financial. John Huntsman Sr. In the meantime, Mike was assigned to check with the LDS church headquarters in Salt Lake City, Utah to see if they could help with the current medical situation. Apparently, it went well, because the next day, all new equipment was hooked up to her. The duct tape holding the tubs to her face was gone and actual medical equipment had taken its place.
She looked better, but was still unconscious. Since Sis. Anderson had died in the car accident and mom was in the hospital, the mission office was short on staff so Lorie and I were asked to pitch in. We soon felt like family. Martin, Sis. Lofgreen mom , Sis. Anderson with young LDS Missionaries. Nothing seemed to change at the hospital except the medical equipment.
Communication continued to be a constant problem and time seemed to be running out. Before we could connect with John Huntsman Sr. That was a week away, but it was really our only option so we gratefully accepted the offer. The catch was that only one of us could go with our mom in the air ambulance.
That was a problem since before we left the states we had made a promise to our husbands that we would not separate. They were terrified that something bad would happen if we did. We decided not to decide who would fly home alone and who would go with mom until the air ambulance actually came. We spent the time meeting missionaries, shopping, attending church in a rented villa, and witnessing a baptism in the one and only chapel that had just been completed in the Ivory Coast.
People were very gracious and kind, especially when they learned it was our mother in the hospital.
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Everyone seemed to know her and expressed their sympathy. Driving anywhere was a nightmare. It was a bit intimidating. We continued to visit the hospital and told our unconscious mother that the air ambulance would be coming soon to take her home. Finally, the day arrived. Lorie and I were in a joyful mood because we were excited to be getting our mother back to the states, though a little fearful that moving her might cause more harm than good.
It was a tough call but we knew we had to get her out of Africa.
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LDS Missionary Sis. The door is locked from both the outside and the inside for security reasons and it took us a while to find the key. We opened it to find Mission Pres. Martin standing there. He looked concerned and said the hospital had just called and wanted us to come down. I knew that was not good news.
Driving to the hospital, Lorie kept asking me what I thought it meant that the hospital wanted us to come down. At age 66, mom passed away the very day the air ambulance was coming to take her home, never regaining consciousness. This is part two of a three part series. Click here to read part 1. We had just taken a break from shooting when his phone rang.
It was our stake president, Jay Blair, the leader of our church group. Details were sketchy but the initial information was that a truck had overturned and several missionaries had been killed. More information should be coming soon.
Mike hesitated to tell me the news, but I could see he was troubled and pried it out of him. Is she dead? Is she alive and hurting? Communication was extremely difficult in They had just begun to get the Internet in Ivory Coast, but only downloaded once a week at the mission home because it was complicated and expensive. Phone calls sometimes took hours to get through. So we had to wait. She was in the law library doing research for a case when I found her. I have news about mom. She was immediately alarmed. Then I told her about the accident. Fortunately, we both had current passports and were ready to go.
Eventually, we decided that the men would stay behind and take care of our families and anything that needed to be done state side, while Lorie and I would head to Africa. But we continued to make plans and immediately started taking malaria pills that were supposed to be taken for two weeks prior to visiting an African nation. Eventually, news began to trickle in. Though not as bad as initially thought, it was still bad. There were only five people in the car not truck that had just recently been brought from neighboring war-torn Sierra Leone.
It was the one day of the week where missionaries are allowed to take a break from their work, and they were heading to a wild life reserve to see giraffes and elephants and other African wild life. Occupants in the car included the driver, Bro. Anderson, accompanied by a native translator in the front passenger seat.
French is the common language in Ivory Coast, but there are many tribal languages. No one speaks English. Sister Anderson sat behind her husband, the driver; my mother was in the middle in the back, and her companion, Sis. Dahl was on her right side as they merrily drove along the rough road to the reserve.
They had just made a turn when they were startled by a car idling in the middle of the road. The occupants were tourists who were trying to read a map. It was too late to stop so Bro. Anderson tried desperately to avoid the car and in so doing over corrected. Their car rolled three times and when it was over, Sis. Anderson was dead. My mother, who was sitting next to her, thought she was okay. She rolled out of the car as it stopped. Her ankle hurt, but other than that she told everyone she was fine. Sis Dahl appeared not to be hurt at all.
In the front seats Bro. Anderson had banged up his head pretty good, but the translator was all right. Everyone else was trying to get her to the capital, Abidjan, where there was a much better facility. It took 24 hours for the US Embassy to get the ambulance to go pick her up and bring her to the hospital in Abidjan. During the hours long struggle, mom went into shock.
She arrived at the Canadian built hospital in Abidjan in pretty bad shape.