Stillman Owen Ellis
Colaborador: Rod Redford Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
My Memory of the day my father died. October 7, 2011
It was Monday, March 28, 1988. I (Jay A Ellis) was at work at Grant County PUD. I received a call from my mother (Irma Johnson) saying that my father (Stillman Owen Ellis) had been outside and that he came into the house and said he wasn’t feeling very good. He was still recovering from a stroke he had had over a year previously. After talking with him my mother thought it might be a good idea to call the local Royal Camp paramedics, which she did. One of the paramedics was, I think, Brad Dixon. After checking Dad over, they were not sure of his condition so they suggested they take him into Ephrata to have his doctor check him out. So he walked with them out and got into the ambulance. Mom first called Max to see if he could go with her to Ephrata, as she was going to follow the ambulance. Max suggested she call me since I was already there. So she called me and explained what was happening and asked if I would go up to the hospital to meet the ambulance and be there for Dad and she would be there soon. So I went up to the hospital and when I checked at the nurses station about an ambulance coming in from Royal Camp, they knew nothing about it. While I was standing there, a call came in on the radio stating that they were the paramedics from Royal Camp coming in with a patient in full cardiac arrest. Grant County Memorial Hospital at that time was not equipped as a full emergency hospital and the doctor asked me why they didn’t go to Moses Lake instead. I explained that my dad was just coming in as a precautionary measure to be checked by his doctor and that the heart attack had taken place on the way in. When the ambulance arrived the paramedics were doing full CPR on dad. They brought him into the hospital and the doctor checked him while I was there. It was evident that dad had gone and the doctor asked me what I wanted them to do. So I had to make the call to have them stop the CPR and let him go. I know that Brad had a hard time of it as he had grown up knowing dad. I knew mom was to be there shortly so I walked out toward the front and met her coming in. I went up to her and told her that dad was gone. She did not seem real surprised and I walked back with her. She stood looking at dad a few moments, then she leaned over and kissed him goodbye. As I think about it, she could have been following the ambulance and could have seen them turn on the flashing lights to hurry to the hospital. I never asked her so I don’t know. I don’t think they had them on when they left Royal Camp. After completing the hospital paperwork, we made arrangements for dad to be taken to funeral home there in Ephrata. The funeral was held at the church in Royal Camp and he was buried in the Royal City cemetery. Us boys were allowed to hand dig the grave.
Jay A Ellis, son.