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by Randy Pike Heinzel, June 18, 2015

One Hundred and Seven

June 18th, 2014, 1:13 a.m. Incoming call from my brother, 10 minutes in duration. “Randy, Mom’s not doing well — Dad couldn’t wake her up — We called 911 — The paramedics just got here.”

My mother had outpatient surgery earlier and everything went fine. She went to bed exhausted, but happy and relieved the day was over.

Dave sounded scared. He could barely speak. He sent me this photo and within two hours I was driving from Philadelphia to IL.


If you want an interesting historical document of your life, look at your cell phone call log from a year ago. It’s likely very few of those calls were life-changing, but all represented something — a place where you were, information you learned, or a thought that you had. Chances are you’ve forgotten much of that information, but looking at your call log can trigger your memory.

After Dave’s call at 1:13 a.m., the following 16 hours were a hurricane of emotions, events, and thoughts violently spinning through my mind. Seeing who I called and who called me, the time of calls, the location of the cell towers that handled the calls, etc. has helped me to remember certain things that would have otherwise been washed away forever.

Those of you who have received “the call” understand that you pretty much know it’s going to be shitty news the moment you say hello. Dave’s call was no exception. Within milliseconds I knew whatever was happening with my mom was bad. Ironically, it was my mother on the other end of the phone the three other times that I’ve received these calls.

The first call came when my cousin Brian, a 32-year-old pastor and father of two young boys, tragically died. The next was about my Uncle Roger, my mom’s brother, who passed away unexpectedly almost two years later. And almost exactly four years after Brian died, my mom called again. This time it was my youngest cousin Merritt, the father of a little girl. I remember each call vividly, and strangely enough, I was in the same location for all of them: sitting on the coffee table in my living room.

By no conscious decision, I found myself again sitting on that coffee table shortly after 1:13 a.m., slumped forward, elbows resting on my knees, and phone pressed to my ear. Looking back, I've received a lot of bad fucking news on that coffee table.


Figuring out that I’d get home about the same time whether I drove or flew, I backed out of my driveway shortly after 3:00 a.m. I couldn’t just sit around for hours and wait for a flight, and I certainly couldn’t take the chance on a delay at the airport. There is an outgoing call to my brother, 3 minutes in duration, that I made as I drove away.

I don’t remember anything else about PA other than stopping at the Somerset Service Plaza to refill my coffee. But I do remember the image in my mind — it was the paramedics in our living room.

My parents lived in the same house throughout my childhood. I have countless memories in our living room: Opening Christmas presents, rough-housing with my dad, Friday nights sitting on the red-checkered tablecloth and eating Little Cesar’s Pizza while watching Dukes of Hazard.

Scroll up and look at the photo again of the paramedics.

Now look at this:


It’s eerie because the person taking this photo (I’m assuming it was my dad) stood in the same location - almost four decades earlier - that my brother stood in while taking his photo.

On a lighter note, I should acknowledge that my sister would disagree with the statement “almost four decades earlier.” In the photo, my mom is pregnant with my sister, and Sally would argue that she’s nowhere close to 40! Regardless of my sister’s denial about her age, she is arguably the smartest person in our family and she just earned a PhD to prove it.


This is my dad and Sally at her recent graduation. She received a PhD in American History from the University of Illinois. It was a bittersweet day for her and our family, though. On one hand, Sally accomplished a goal that took years of dedication and hard work; on the other hand, her #1 fan, supporter, and research assistant was my mother.


My phone log indicates that I made two calls and received one while in West Virginia, but I remember nothing about the calls or even driving through the state. However, there is a funny story about my mom involving West Virginia.

My parents were both teachers and never had much money. Now that I’m an adult I’m in awe of what they were able to do (like sending three kids to college) with the resources they had. When I was about 10-years-old, Mom read about a family in West Virginia. They were very poor and could barely afford to feed and clothe their children. Mom decided that we should save up and donate money to this family. My parents saved some money and us kids saved some of our allowance. We sent a check to the family around Thanksgiving.

Mom later found out that the family received a large amount of money, blew it all on ridiculous purchases like designer jeans, and were soon broke again. Mom was PISSED! Nancy Pike Heinzel harbored an amazing capacity for love… but also for scorn. I have personally experienced both, but am fortunate that the love-to-scorn ratio heavily favored love in my case.


I made and received 21 calls while in Ohio, and I remember two really well. The first was about work. Despite the circumstances with my mom, my work obligations were weighing on me - I had dozens of scheduled appointments, a few procedures, and I was supposed to be on call the coming weekend (June 18th, 2014, was a Wednesday and I knew I wouldn’t be in Pennsylvania again for awhile). My work family could not have been more graceful and compassionate. Patients were seen/re-scheduled, surgeries were moved, and my weekend call was taken care of.

The other call I remember was to my brother. The call occurred at 9:26 a.m. and lasted for 8 minutes. Ironically, the call was handled by a cell tower near Springfield, OH. If you’ve grown up in a Springfield - whether it’s PA, IL, OR, or OH - then you realize that seemingly every state has a Springfield and you’ve probably heard all the jokes referencing The Simpsons.

Dave called after talking to one of Mom’s doctors in the ICU and he relayed the following three words: No Brainstem Function.


God created Indiana just to fuck with people driving urgently from PA to IL. Look at IN on the map and it doesn’t seem that big. But try driving for hours, really wanting to be wherever it is that you are going, and you’ll realize it’s a lot bigger than it looks.

I can only imagine how my dad felt about Indiana in 1975 and 1976. While I grew up in Springfield, IL, I was actually born in Winston-Salem, NC. My mom’s mother died a few months before I was born and my mom temporarily moved in with her father in Winston-Salem. My mother’s family is as tight-knit as they come and it makes me happy to think that my birth exposed them to something positive during that otherwise awful time. It must have been hard on my dad, though, driving back and forth. He likely spent a lot of time cursing IN, too.


This is a photograph of my mom and dad taking me home from the hospital in Winston-Salem. Notice the blanket I’m wrapped in…


Here is the same blanket 34 years later. My mother gave it to me in preparation for the birth of my oldest son, Alex.


This is the day we brought Alex home from the hospital.


Alex welcoming home his new brother Ryan.


Perhaps it’s because I’ve driven through nearly every square mile in the entire state, but I remember the home stretch of this trip extremely well, despite the large gaps in my memory from the preceding hours. It’s also when I stopped worrying that I wouldn’t be there when my mom died and began dreading that I would.

I took for granted how beautiful Illinois is when I lived there (that is, every part except Decatur). Montana is nicknamed Big Sky Country, but the nickname could just as easily go to IL. The sky on June 18th, 2014, over the flat and vast IL farmland was hauntingly brilliant.


This photograph was not taken on June 18th nor was it taken in IL. It was taken about a month later while driving to Kitty Hawk, NC. Trust me, though, when I say this is EXACTLY how the sky looked over IL that day. I’ll never forget it.

Anyone who knows me or knew my mother, knows that the Outer Banks is a sacred place for our family. I’ve spent a week in the OBX, sometimes two, virtually every year since I was born. In 2014, it was a bizarre feeling to not be excited about what is traditionally my favorite week of the year.


I took this photo standing on the deck looking into our cottage and positioned my body so that my Aunt Janet’s (my mom’s beloved sister) face appeared through my reflection over the location of my heart. The look on Janet’s face perfectly captures the mood of our family that week.


This photo was taken during happier times in October 2009. In front are Janet and Wayne; In the back are my parents, Roger (mom’s brother) and Sandy in the middle, and Bob (mom’s brother) and Pegi.


Much to my alarm, time started to move really fast as I got close to Springfield. As I drove into town under that magnificent sky, I felt sick to my stomach. I just wanted to stop and relish the fact that my mom was technically still alive. I even contemplated ways to stall, like stopping to get more coffee. But I needed to get to the hospital. My family had been there the entire day. They were tired and scared too.


My mother was a slave to tradition. See that Happy Birthday sign hanging up in the photo above? Every time anyone in our family had a birthday, mom hung that sign between the same walls in the northeast corner of our dining room. The sign still exists today.


Another tradition was the birthday cake photo. This was taken on my 16th birthday.

June 18th, 2014, 3:53 p.m. Outgoing call to my brother, 1 minute in duration. I called to let him know I was a few minutes from the hospital.


Deciding to remove my mom from life support was not really that difficult a decision for our family. When Dave told me near Springfield, OH that Mom had no brainstem function I realized she was gone and that we would never get her back. I had all the way from Springfield, OH to Springfield, IL to wrap my mind around that. Similarly, my dad, brother, and sister, at my mom’s bedside all day, realized she was gone forever. We all knew exactly what my mom would have wanted us to do in that situation, too.

My mother’s best friend in the entire world was her sister Janet. When those two got together, the cosmic force of their love threatened to disrupt the universe. Janet was at her house in Virginia and I talked to her many times earlier in the day.


My mom and Janet in Kitty Hawk in 2010


At my cousin Mark’s wedding in 2007


Looking out at the ocean in 2006


Goodbye hugs leaving OBX in 2009

June 18th, 2014, 4:30 p.m. Outgoing call to Janet, 6 minutes in duration. I called Janet, put her on speaker, placed my phone by my mom’s ear and we all left the room. That was the last time Janet talked to her sister.

Even as I walked into the room when it was my turn to say goodbye, I had no idea what I was going to say.


My parents and I at my Eagle Scout ceremony.


My mom and I at the finish line of the Philadelphia Distance Run in 2007


Me, Mom, and Alex on the beach in Kitty Hawk


Me, timidly visiting my mom in the hospital after she gave birth to my sister.

I pulled aside the curtain in Mom's room and knelt down on her left side. I wrapped my right arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek.


I’m going to let what I said remain between me and my mom, but I can tell you this: It was a calm, peaceful, and beautiful moment and the words came out of my mouth much easier than I could have ever imagined.

My mother died at 5:26 p.m. on June 18th, 2014. We were all by her side.



Between that 1:13 a.m. call from my brother and Janet’s last call, my call log shows that I made and received a total of One Hundred and Seven calls.

One Hundred and Seven.

Although most of them I don’t remember, even when seeing the details of those calls, all were about my mom and all were important. But for me, the most important one of all occurred a few hours before my brother called at 1:13 a.m., and fortunately, I remember it well. I was sitting in the blue Ikea chair in our front porch/office.


This is Alex coloring by that chair a few days ago. On June 17th, 2014, after I finished mowing the lawn, I sat down in this chair to call my parents, knowing they just got home from the hospital. I opened the window next to the chair and could hear the neighborhood kids playing outside.

This was the last conversation that I had with my mom.

June 17th, 2014, 7:14 p.m. Outgoing call to my parents’ house, 15 minutes in duration. Mom was sitting at the dining room table with my dad, brother, and sister, the same table where she had administered so many of those birthday hugs. Everyone was tired but relieved that Mom’s surgery went well. The mood seemed jovial and I remember wishing very much that I was there with them. They passed the phone around and I quickly said hi to everyone. I answered some of Mom’s medical questions, listened to her complain about something that happened earlier, and then she told me she wanted to go lay down on the couch in the living room.

“Goodbye, honey. I love you.”

“Bye, Mom. I love you, too.”



That was beautiful and move me to tears .. My mother died when I was 9 months pregnant. I remember THE CALL. I was at work. someone from the hospital called and said.."your Mom took a turn for the worst . You need to come now" . When I got there she was already dead. That was June 1975. No cell phones.. No pics.. Praying for you today Dr.❤️

Stephanie Barnhill
Jun 18, 2015, 8:45 A.M.

Ugh you made me bawl my eyes out! My heart just breaks for you and your family. I don't know what I would do without my mom and these things only make me appreciate her and everyone in my daily more. I am sure she is looking over you every day but moreso today as you recall all those memories. Sending some hugs your way as you will be in my thoughts and prayers!

Michelle Myers
Jun 18, 2015, 8:54 A.M.

Wow, well written. Reading this makes us see what family is really all about. Thank you for sharing. Praying always for all.

CoL Rayer
Jun 18, 2015, 9:06 A.M.

You never stop missing your parents once they have left. I hope the good memories help soothe the sad ones.

Dannie Pipes, NC
Jun 18, 2015, 9:08 A.M.

I think about your Mom everyday. I can't play a game of Words with Friends without wanting to message her and say "Hey Nance that was a great word." It always made my day the few times I beat her. You and your family are in our prayers this day and always. My hope is she's spending everyday at the beach.

Ruth Adkins
Jun 18, 2015, 9:09 A.M.

Randy, thank you for sharing this story, it was very beautiful.

Lesley B
Jun 18, 2015, 9:14 A.M.

So beautiful. Thank you for sharing

Kathy Elmore
Jun 18, 2015, 9:35 A.M.

Oh man. What a beautiful, cathartic tribute.
We're loving you all.

AP and Uncle Bob
Jun 18, 2015, 9:35 A.M.

Thanks for sharing ,,it brought a few tears and smiles to me too ,,I'll never forget your mother either,,She was a wonderful woman

Trevor Miller
Jun 18, 2015, 9:56 A.M.


Pam (AP sister)
Jun 18, 2015, 9:57 A.M.

so beautiful. thank you for sharing this.
your cousin,

erin (cleveland) brandt
Jun 18, 2015, 10:05 A.M.

What a great and beautiful way to memorialize and share such a touching story. As I come up on the one year marker of my own mom's passing...I started crying immediately after reading the first sentance. Beautifully written my friend. Thoughts to you and your family.

Steve Oh
Jun 18, 2015, 10:13 A.M.

What a blog!! I am nothing but a bundle of tears right now! This last year has been very difficult for me - 1/2 my life has been taken away. In between times of feeling sorry for myself I began to look at our marriage in a little different light. You eluded to the fact (and everyone that knew her has said the same thing) what a wonderful, unselfish person she was, so full of love. I am fortunate that I got to be married to this wonderful person for 43 years! I was blessed!

Steve Heinzel
Jun 18, 2015, 10:27 A.M.

Wow Randy!
I can't write much cause I can't see well through the tears but do want you to know it was beautifully written and I sincerely thank you for sharing it with us!!!
My best friend is gone and I miss her soooooo much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AJ/Nancy's sister
Jun 18, 2015, 11:11 A.M.

Simply beautiful Randy, thank you for sharing and thoughts to you and your family......

Kari Allen
Jun 18, 2015, 11:31 A.M.

Randy, your blog was so touching I cant begin to tell you the impact
it has had on me. Tears for one, along with thoughts of love and
devotion there is from parent to child and the deep love and devotion from child to parent. You are very fortunate to have had a wonderful mother and family . Those wonderful memories shall live on !!

Arlene Barewin
Jun 18, 2015, 11:31 A.M.

Randy, your mother, as you know, was an absolutely amazing woman. When my mother died, she cried with me, having spent many, many nights camping together with the Girl Scouts. I remember your dad would bring out the telescope for us and sometimes, you and Dave would come along, too. Nancy touched every single person she met with a permanent and personal way. What an abosolute force to be reckoned with! I'm so grateful that your mother was in our lives. Thank you for sharing these moments with us. These memories that you have of your mother and father and Dave and Sally growing up are going to become even more valuable to you in the years to come. Thank you, again for sharing.

Bonnie Mosley
Jun 18, 2015, 12:31 P.M.

Thanks Randy for sharing that. You captured those memories beautifully and added perspective to a tragic situation. With tears streaming down my cheeks I am reminded of the drive I had to take when my "call" came in. It is only by Gods will that I made it there safely because I have no memories of the trip except tears and high speed driving. I am so glad you have so many beautiful photos of your mom and family. I hope they can put a smile on your face looking back on them.

Kathleen Beck
Jun 18, 2015, 12:50 P.M.

Randy through tears I'm writing this. Not only are you a fabulous doctor , photographer , you are a awesome writer. That call is never good and reminds of leaving the lank trying to get to my father to say goodbye . I hope you and your father and siblings laughed over many memories today. There is no other love then a mothers and her child's .
❤️MaryJean McQuirns "MJ"

Mary Jean McQuirns
Jun 18, 2015, 1:41 P.M.

It's kind of amazing that my comment will follow KB's because while I didn't know your mother or Kathy's, I remember so vividly both of your mom's passing. And I was crushed - for you, your families and your devastating loss. Just so you both know, loosing your mom's made me and I'm sure so many others, appreciate our own mom's more. You taught us to embrace every moment with people we love. Thank you for sharing your painful, but invaluable lesson and opening up your stories and your families to us.

Gail Harrington
Jun 18, 2015, 1:50 P.M.

What a beautiful tribute to your mom…Thank you for sharing these memories. They brought tears, as well as smiles, but most of all…the love between mother and son is undeniably powerful, and you depicted it so incredibly well in your eloquent words. Take care...

Krystal (Sriner) Oh
Jun 18, 2015, 2:22 P.M.

Beautifully written, Randy. A lovely tribute to a lovely woman. Thank you for sharing.

Leah Delfinado
Jun 18, 2015, 7:26 P.M.

This is beautiful and we are currently going through this right now with Joe's grandmom. I never got to say goodbye to my dad and it is very tough. It's comforting to know what we are feeling is normal.

Kim DeLuca
Jun 18, 2015, 9:59 P.M.

Thanks for sharing, Randy. Your parents have been extraordinary as evidenced by each of you. You, Dave, and Sally reflect the love and support they provided and each of you display unique talents and gifts. Nancy's impact is unending through each of you, your children, and all of the students she and your dad influenced over the many years our district was fortunate to receive their gifts. Again, thanks for sharing.

Diane Rutledge
Jun 18, 2015, 10:52 P.M.

This is such a beautiful tribute to your mom and a testament of your love for her. You, Dave and Sally are her legacy, and she remains with us through each of you. Thanks, Randy.

Mark Whiter
Jun 19, 2015, 5:15 A.M.

Wonderful blog. You can feel the love in your words and pictures. Nancy would be proud. Hugs to you all!

Niki Deaton
Jun 19, 2015, 5:39 A.M.

Very...,extremely beautiful! Randy,my friend, buddy, this is such a heart and soul touching story what makes you appreciate every moment, phone call or Skype video chat, you have with your family, even in a sad or happy events. We love you!

Martin T.
Jun 20, 2015, 7:38 A.M.

I'm brought to tears by this beautifully written blog. You have a wonderful knack for telling a story...I would read a book that you wrote. Randy, I feel blessed to be able to call you a friend. Your mom was a wonderful person. She will be missed!

Cory Formea
Jun 25, 2015, 6:50 A.M.

Wow- I too, have been moved to tears. Thank you Randy for such a wonderfully written tribute to your mom. She was a great lady. I'll never forget her standing up for me and my brother when the neighbor thought the paperboy had horrible aim. Lol. I remember her on many an early morning paper delivery.....time is moving way too fast. Love you man! Take care.

Chad Formea
Jun 25, 2015, 8:05 A.M.

Beautiful, Randy, just beautiful. Brought me to tears in the middle of my work day, darn it.

Jamie Ikeda
Jun 25, 2015, 10:36 A.M.

Beautiful! I didn't know your mom, but I thought of her often when I was at your office during my pregnancies and I'd look up and see that outer banks magnet that you put on your ceiling! I remember commenting on it once and you told me that your mom thought it was funny because it said "O.B." ....and that's what you are! It made me smile every time! Humor aside, she must have been an amazing woman to raise such a friendly, kind, and patient son! I hope you continue to keep her memory alive for your sons through your pictures and stories!

Mandy Schauerman
May 8, 2016, 10:01 A.M.

Randy, this was so beautifully written and photographed. I also lost my mom two years ago, and my tears while reading this were for both of us. Thank you.

Lynn Larkin
May 8, 2016, 12:42 P.M.

This was a beautiful tribute to your mom. I had your mom for French in 1966-67. I loved her so much as a teacher. It was great to read about how her life went after 1967. Thank you so much for sharing this. I know she was so proud of you and all of her children. Thinking if you on this upcoming “anniversary “. God bless you and your beautiful family.

Beth Parrish Mayer
Jun 12, 2022, 12:34 A.M.