Elder Abuse, My Mom, and the Sovereignty of God

“The nursing home killed Mom,” my sister told me.

It was an “untimely death,” but not really.

Due to California’s stupid Covid policies, my sister couldn’t get into the convalescent home for three weeks to check on her though she had been going every day. When she was finally able to see her, she saw evidence of extreme abuse and neglect:

  • Five bedsores the size of plates that went down to the bone
  • Bruises on her body
  • Failure to check her urinary tract infection after she was “supposedly” healed

We were angry to say the least.

The last time Cindy saw her she was eating a Subway sandwich and talking about her life. Now she was dead.

We had a small memorial for her. Just me, my sis, her husband and their son.

Where was God? Why didn’t he do something? Didn’t he care about our mom’s suffering?