Bridget Ann Nutting Fund

My name is Joshua Nutting, a brother and a son.  My brothers are Jeremy Nutting, Justin Nutting, Jacob Nutting, Joey Nutting, and Joel Nutting and we are all sons of David and the late Bridget Nutting. 

On Sunday October 09, after several years of battling high blood pressure, multiple infections, congestive heart failure and a slew of other ailments, my mother passed away.  She leaves behind my father, her sons and daughters (Suzette, Yvonne, and Kat), her granddaughters (Natalie and Lilah) and a lifetime of friends and family.  I have watched my parents struggle for the past six years with multiple doctor appointments, physical therapy sessions, ambulance rides, extended stays in the hospital, and all the other ancillary effects that come with a battle like this.  

We are a modest family, with modest means.  My father, in his sixties now, has always been a man who awakes at 3:00 AM each morning to ready himself for work, just so that he could then have breakfast with my mother, before leaving the house to be on the jobsite by 6:00 AM.  Twelve hours later he would return home to fix and then eat dinner with my mother as well.  They then would both sit and hold each other’s hands in front of the TV for a short while before preparing to repeat the routine the next day, which came in only a few short hours. 

As the weeks went by and my mother’s disease progressed, my father continued to miss more and more days of work (each day unpaid), the doctor bills piled up, and the home needs to accommodate my mother and her multiple conditions mounted. 

Now fast forward to this past week when my mother was placed in an ambulance and taken to Southwest Washington Medical Center.  She fought for three days as her kidneys shut down…one side of her heart stopped working… and ultimately she succumbed to God’s calling.  

Fortunately, the family has been able to be here with him to help him through this time.  However, he will miss many more days of work in the next few weeks as he makes sense of this devastating loss for him, our family, and as well as our friends.  He will be faced to pay another round of ambulance and hospital bills.  And lastly he will be faced with the costs to lay his wife and our mother to rest.

The family has pulled together to offer as much financial support possible (past & present), but to be honest the need has been overwhelming.  I humbly started this gofundme page in hopes of being able to relieve the pressure on him bit further.  Any funds raised will be used on help pay for the funeral costs, medical bills (past & present), and hopefully a portion of the lost wages experienced during this time.

My father means the world to me and to our family.  The situation would have been overwhelming for most of us, and given the length of my mother’s illness and then her passing a few days ago, I can’t imagine how overwhelming it is for him.  It would mean a great deal to me and the family to be able allow him to take a deep breath and get out from under the financial stress he is under so that he can heal emotionally and grieve accordingly. 

I am grateful for your consideration and donation. 

Please share or forward as you feel comfortable.

Thanks

The Nutting Family

I Heard You Calling 
      by Bridget Nutting

I don’t remember
when I first heard you calling,
but I feel you in each breath.

Could it have been when,
As a small child, I wandered
Through your sagebrush adorned hills
Near the Yellowstone?
It was then I heard the ancients
As I explored your caves
Gathering trinkets and agates
That told your story.

Could it have been when,
As a teen, I roamed
the Big Horns at dawn
Catching Brookie trout and picking succulent, wild raspberries
to be prepared for breakfast?
It was then I marveled
at your crystal clear streams
and pristine mountain air.

Could it have been when,
As a newly-married young woman,
I buried my bare toes
for the very first time in
the warm brown sand
on the shore of the Pacific?
I was in awe of the immensity and
power of your creation.

Could it have been several years later when,
I anticipated the birth of our first child, and the years
that followed as I awaited birth of
each of our other children?
I was overwhelmed by the miracle of conception
and birth. The miracle of
tiny fingers and toes – a whole human being
created by your blessing of our union.
I marvel still as I gaze in wonder
at the men they have become.

Could it have been when several times,
just last year, illness nearly
called me to your side –
Away for this earth whose beauty fills my soul,
Away from my husband, lover, and friend,
Away from the children and grandchildren I hold so dear,
Away from this dimension into whatever awaits
in the great beyond?
Although I could feel you near, it wasn’t time
for good-byes – not yet.
It was your voice that comforted me.

I really don’t remember
when I first heard you calling,
but I feel you,
I still feel you,
in each and every breath