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An Angel Among Us Departs
from the October 2008 Star Beacon
By Ann Ulrich
Ethan G. Miller
March 2, 1934 - Sept. 12, 2008
Friday, Sept. 12, 2008, at 9:55 PM, my beloved husband and soul
mate passed from this life into the next level.
It has been a long journey. Ever since we found out in February
2006 that Ethan was going to die, I began grieving. Now, two years
and seven months later, he has completed his journey and his
suffering is over.
For weeks I have prayed for his release from the misery of his
illness and the limitations of his failing body. Iíve watched a
remarkable man with so much courage and strength transform into a
dependent invalid, and it tore at my heart as well as those who
love him. Why did he have to suffer like that? And why did he
choose to hang on for so long?
I hope that in all this time I have learned what patience is. The
lessons have been difficult, and I have to admit itís been my
biggest challenge so far. After Ethan came home from nine days in
the hospital at the end of July, life changed. He needed me full
time and there were many nights when I felt so exhausted, I didn't
know if I could go on.
Yet through all of this, Ethan kept his positive attitude, always
ready to invoke smiles when people came to see him. Many, Iím
sure, didnít realize just how bad off he was because he had this
knack for showing his best side when things were their worst.
On that Friday, I think we both knew in our hearts that it was the
last day together on earth. He never left his bedside. The
chaplain from Hospice came and we had a good, long talk. Then the
aide arrived to give Ethan his sponge bath, which he so much
enjoyed. I fixed us a dinner of Ethanís favorite food, salmon
cakes, along with potatoes from our garden and organic broccoli.
He finished with Jello and a few sips of coffee.
When the Hospice nurse came that afternoon, Ethan conveyed his
wish to be released. He had made up his mind that the time had
come. For the next six hours the three of us sat together and
waited. Ethan labored through those hours, and it reminded me very
much of a birth. He put up such a fight, yet now I realize he was
fighting just to let go.
In his last ten minutes of life, I went and got his book,
the White Raven, which we published in 2006, and sat at his side,
reading him the first couple of chapters out of his book while I
stroked his arm. He finally grew peaceful as I read to him. Then,
he simply drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
It was a beautiful moment, his passing, and I am happy I was able
to be there when it happened, stroking him. I loved him so much in
that moment, and continue to love him with all my heart and soul.
After the necessary phone calls and a lot of the drama had settled
down, I made myself a piece of toast and a cup of tea and sat in
the living room to catch the news about Hurricane Ike sweeping
southern Texas. I was feeling emotional with tears and great
sadness. I didnít know how I was going to get to sleep that night.
Suddenly, I noticed the blue light on the satellite TV modem
flickering. It had never done this before. I stared at it, trying
to figure out why it was doing it... and then I knew. It was Ethan
signaling me. When I called out his name and acknowledged his
presence, the blue light stopped blinking. This occurred at
exactly 11:55 pm, just two hours after he passed. It was Ethanís
way of telling me goodbye, and yet it really isnít goodbye. Heís
with me still, only in spirit, and each day and night that passes,
although I am filled with sorrow because I am here alone, I feel
his love that runs deep.
In the 19 years Iíve known him, I got to see many sides
of him. Ethan was a man who valued his privacy. I donít think the
word ďegoĒ was in his vocabulary. He was not one to claim the
limelight or be the life of the party. He preferred his solitude
and, with his humble manner, he stood out in a crowd as one who
marched to the beat of his own drummer. He was a shining jewel in
the vast sea of humanity, and those of us who were privileged to
spend time with him know just how fortunate we were.
Ethan thought nothing of stopping to assist a stranger
in need. Especially during his three years as a volunteer
campground host at McClure Pass in Colorado in the early í90s, he
helped many people who were stranded or in some kind of
predicament. Without considering the risk to himself, he lent a
helping hand and went out of his way for others.
My husband was more than just a stepfather to my three
boys. They loved him, and in many respects considered him more a
father than their own dad. The youngest one, Scott, was only 4
years old back in 1990. Ryan was 13 and Marty 8. Iím sure the last
thing Ethan wanted was to get strapped into a relationship with me
and have to help raise kids after he thought he was done. He
valued his freedom, and I had no objection when he left Colorado
to spend his winters in Arizona. While I learned independence and
how to stand on my own two feet during his absences, he remained
loyal, caring and was always there for me.
In the year 2000 Ethan was instrumental in saving a
destitute young woman by the name of Sanni. He helped move her
from a ghetto in Ohio to our hometown in Colorado. He not only
found a house in town for her to rent that was approved by HUD,
but he and Jack Ames drove all the way to move her. For months
Ethan extended his friendship in helping this woman, who may have
had many problems, but soon became a respected member of our
community, and who came into her power as a lightworker, and was
our dear friend.
It was on Sept. 1, 2001 that Ethan and I exchanged
marriage vows in the Paonia United Methodist Church. It was the
12th anniversary of our recognition of each other as soul mates.
The years I have known Ethan have been the happiest of my life.
Ethan was always comfortable to be around. He just had
this energy about him that made you feel good in his company. It
amazed me that even in his final hours, he found things to look
forward to and kept a positive attitude and a sense of humor. He
had his own spiritual connection with the Creator, and there is no
question in my heart or mind that he has found his way Home.
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