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Montevideo American-News - Montevideo, MN
  • Letters to the Editor, Thursday, January 9

  • The American-News welcomes letters of opinion from our readers. Letters regarding current local and national news items are encouraged. All letters are subject to editing for length and style. Letters containing potentially libelous or obscene statements will not be published. Letters must contain name, address and phone numb...
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  • The American-News welcomes letters of opinion from our readers. Letters regarding current local and national news items are encouraged. All letters are subject to editing for length and style. Letters containing potentially libelous or obscene statements will not be published. Letters must contain name, address and phone number for verification and in case of questions. E-mail letters to:  jjones@montenews.com Letters may also be mailed to:  Editor, Montevideo Publishing, P.O. Box 99, Montevideo, MN 56265
     
    The day I saw her leave
    Years ago I was called to a traffic accident on Highway 7 just east of Montevideo. A pickup driver had been in the act of turning off the highway into what was the driveway of a vacant farm. In crossing the lane, the driver did not see the vehicle approaching in that lane, and he got “t-boned.”
     
    I remember the pickup was upside down next to a culvert and there was a young woman lying under it as it was suspended by the culvert above. Gasoline was running down on her and, because of a danger of fire, she had to be moved and moved quickly. In those days there were not nearly the number of emergency medical people as there are now, but with the help of others, we moved her, taking care to keep her body line as straight as possible.
     
    I remember her looking up at me and I remember the color of her brown eyes as she said, “I can’t see you.” I wanted to comfort her, and I could hear the welcome sound of the ambulance siren approaching. I said, “the ambulance will be here shortly, dear.” Then she looked me directly in the eyes and suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my God, I’m dead!” And she died. I literally saw her and felt her step off into eternity. She was there and then she was gone, and I felt her leave as one would the presence of someone who suddenly left the room.
     
    I  have often thought of her since. Where did she go when she took that giant step away from planet Earth? Did she go alone or was she accompanied on her journey? Now a battalion of atheists could send a representative to tell me she ceased to exist and I would say, “stuff it mac,” because I watched her leave, not cease to exist, leave. In a day when it seems half the population is trying to take Christ out of Christmas and tear down every offensive cross they can find, I am very grateful for the cross. I love the cross and I smile whenever I see it represented, because to me it represents the fact that I’m not alone. To me it’s like an older brother came alongside me and said, “don’t worry kid, I’ve been this way before and I’ve put in a good word with our ‘dad’ for you.” The cross is not an offense to me, it is beautiful.
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    I need that reminder of what the elder brother did for me because on the best day of my life I’m as the Irish would say, “still a bit ‘o a mess,” and that young lady, I don’t want to forget her either, I want to remember the day I saw her leave.
     
    —Doug Hodge
    Montevideo
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