Why Did She Have to Die?: God Sent Me the Answers

By Buffy Trimbach McCrary

If you have ever wondered what heaven is like or if you have questioned whether there is a heaven, this is the book for you. There is a heaven, and God does exist. Author Buffy Trimbach McCrary had the opportunity to experience heaven and God while she was in a coma for three days. This book will inspire all who read it. Death is inevitable, but there is life after death. God created us and this world for us to enjoy until our time comes to be with him in heaven. God loves each and every one of us. God wants the best for us and our loved ones. God has a plan for everyone. God will take us to heaven when it is our time. Until then we must enjoy our lives to the best of our ability. We don't have to be good at everything or anything for that matter. We just have to be good. God will take care of the rest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Oct 12, 2011
• ISBN: 9781449726744

Buffy Trimbach McCrary

Buffy Trimbach McCrary has written this book with the hopes of enhancing the lives of all who read it. This book explains McCrary's experience in heaven with God, with her brother, and with her twins. Due to a brain aneurysm, she was in a three-day coma, during which she had the opportunity to experience heaven. She is grateful to have had this experience in heaven prior to losing her baby girl, McKay DoraLouise McCrary. Her knowledge of heaven and that God is with us at all times helped her through an accident that otherwise may have destroyed her.

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Why Did She Have to Die?

God Sent Me the Answers

By

Buffy Trimbach McCrary

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ISBN: 978-1-4497-2675-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4497-2674-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011916546

Printed in the United States of America

WestBow Press rev. date: 09/26/2011

Contents

Losing McKay DoraLouise McCrary

My Promise

Meeting Bill McCrary

Losing My Twin Boys

My Brother Billy’s Plan

Reuniting With My Brother, Billy in Heaven

My Childhood

Our Long Journey

Visits With My Father, Ed Trimbach

My Traumatic Fifth Grade at Carlin Combined School

My Successes

My Brain Aneurysm

My Hospital Stay

Arriving Home

Byron Wayne McCrary’s Birth

My Signs from God Concerning McKay DoraLouise McCrary’s Death

This book is written for my sweet baby, McKay DoraLouise McCrary, for my wonderful and supportive husband, Bill McCrary and for all of my loving children on earth and in heaven.

I love my parents, Ed and Deb for giving me life and my dad, Bill for taking me into his life.

I appreciate Robert M. Lantry for providing me with exceptional service in enhancing my photos for this book and Debbie Pulos for referring me to him.

I am grateful to God for giving all of us life and such a wonderful and beautiful world to live in.

I would like to thank all of you who have taken an interest in reading this book. I hope this book gives you the comfort and fulfillment while reading it that it has given me in writing it.

The day of my brain aneurysm, I suffered a severe headache. I insisted on cleaning my house as I always had done despite the horrible throbbing in my head. My head felt like a thunderstorm was occurring inside.

Losing McKay DoraLouise McCrary

August 3, 2006 was the worst day of my life. I was pregnant with my ninth child. I was backing out of the driveway, heading to swimming lessons for my eleven year old son, Bill, with my seven year old son, Byron along for the ride and my husband sitting in the passenger seat. While backing out of my garage up my driveway, I accidently backed over my almost one and a half year old baby girl, McKay DoraLouise McCrary. I didn’t even know it happened. My husband panicked by the time I had reached the top of the driveway. All I saw was my baby girl on her hands and knees facing away from me. My husband ran to my baby girl, McKay while I ran inside my home and dialed 911. My sons, Bill and Byron remained in my Yukon XL.

When I went back outside with my cordless phone in my hand to check on McKay, my husband, Bill was holding McKay in his arms. My husband was on his knees, looking to the sky. My husband kept asking over and over, God, why? Why God? Why? I looked at McKay’s lifeless body in my husband, Bill’s arms and I knew McKay was dead. I had hoped that I might have only run over her foot or not even backed over her over at all. Instead, I had backed over her enough to end her life. I mentioned to the 911 operator that my baby McKay was dead. I was informed by the 911 operator that I should remain on the phone until help arrived. Help for what? I thought to myself. I remained on the phone as the 911 operator had instructed me to do.

As my husband, Bill held my beautiful baby in his arms I knew McKay was with God now. Knowing McKay was with God gave me comfort, but didn’t replace the longing I had to have her back on earth with me. I apologized to McKay and then I apologized to my husband, Bill. I don’t think my husband heard me. Bill kept asking God why. I have never seen my husband like this. My husband, Bill is a strong man. My husband, Bill is the strength of our family. I felt so bad. I felt an aching in the pit of my stomach. I felt a tremendous hollowing of my soul. I wanted to puke. I did not have time for that.

I needed to go back and do things over again. I needed to fix this. I could fix anything. I’ve fixed cars and dishwashers. I had corrected many of my mistakes. I kept chanting, Can’t we fix her? Can’t we fix McKay? I knew the answer but I still wanted to find a way to fix McKay.

If only I could have one more chance. I was and still am a careful Mom. I just needed one more chance. Why wouldn’t God give me another chance? It wasn’t a matter of God giving me another chance. God needed McKay. God takes us to heaven when he needs us. God has a plan for all of us. I just wanted to change God’s plan for taking McKay. If I would have known McKay was going to leave this earth on this day, I would have done all I could to stop it from happening. I didn’t know. I had no warning signs. I did not have the ability to stop this accident from happening. I am not God.

I didn’t get enough time with my little girl, McKay. I was a busy Mom. I blew on McKay’s belly every day after her bath. I held McKay on my lap. I sat on the floor and played with McKay. McKay was dressed like a baby doll every day. I loved McKay and kissed McKay every chance I got. Still, I didn’t get to spend enough time with my McKay.

The morning I lost McKay I asked all eight of my children to drink all of their milk in their cereal bowls. For days, my children had been wasting their milk. Upon asking my children to do this, McKay lifted her bowl and drank all of her milk from her cereal bowl. McKay placed her cereal bowl down on her high chair tray and smiled proudly. That same morning, McKay climbed out of her crib and walked to my husband, Bill. McKay climbed on my husband’s lap and kissed him. McKay then said to my husband, I love you. This was the first time McKay had climbed out of her crib. McKay said I love you all the time.

Every morning when McKay was done with her bath, she would flash open her towel and say, Tada. McKay’s favorite thing to do was walk down the hall and yell, Maddie. My daughter, Madison Bethany McCrary was four at the time and played with McKay and her sister, Miora who was two at the time every day. Madison would play dolls and have tea parties with Miora and McKay. Madison and Miora considered McKay their baby and spent their time entertaining her every moment they got. I enjoyed watching them play and always made sure they were safe. Nothing small was allowed in our house. I was concerned that McKay might choke on a small object. I have always had that concern