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Ethel Mae Mobley Goodwin
Birth: Sep. 9, 1940
Marion County
Indiana, USA
Death: Nov. 7, 1991
Beech Grove
Marion County
Indiana, USA

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Ethel was the manager of the jewelry department in Jubilee City Department store in Indianapolis for three years. She was the mother of three children. She was married to Leonard Eugene Goodwin on June 21, 1958 in Carmel, Hamilton County, Indiana (their marriage license was issued in Indianapolis, Marion County, IN).

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Ethel developed polio when she was a child, and after her mother's death, she tried hard to remain with her father, but he kept sending her to live with her mother's sister, Peggy. Peggy was married very shortly to Pearl's death, but she was willing to raise my mother as if she were her own. Peggy was more like a grandmother than a great-aunt to all of us.

She had a really really bad car wreck in July 1973 down at Heritage Lake. Dad was selling real estate down there. It was the hottest day we had all summer. She wanted to surprise Dad, she fried a bunch of chicken, packed us all in the car in our swimming suits, and headed down there. Vivian Carroll and her sister, Paula, went with us. We were on the opposite side of the lake when a car and two motorcycles appeared and they were drag racing. They didn't stop or slow down, my Mom panicked and yanked the steering wheel going off the road. The car was spinning really really fast, and then she accidentally pulled the handle opening the car door. She was yelling for Vivian to help her, but she didn't react because she was looking at those guys. She finally lost her grip on the steering wheel and it literally sucked her out of the car. When the car finally stopped spinning, the rear tire was on Mom's rib cage (luckily she had broken those ribs a year before, and they were stronger). Bob got out of the back seat (he was only 13 at the time), and pulled the car off of my Mom. It was horrible. She broke everything on the left side of her body in at least three places.

I panicked and ran to find Dad, and don't remember much of anything else. Then we were all in the car, heading for Danville Memorial Hospital, which had just opened. They told them that they didn't have the equipment to take care of her and told them that she would have to go to Indianapolis. At that point they put her in a shock suit. About 5 miles outside of Indianapolis, her liver exploded. She died several times and they were able to revive her.

Once in Indianapolis, they rushed her into emergency surgery at the Old St. Vincent's Hospital and repaired what they could, and on the operating table that day, she died many more times and was revived. Mom had a really strong will not to die, she had three children to raise, and she hung on as hard as she could.

When our grandmother arrived, my Dad's mother, Dad sent us all to her house. He stayed behind with Mom.

Over the next few months, she was kept comfortable but was on one of those wheels that spins moving her, so that she would not get bed soars or anything. Dr. E. Dale Habeggar, was not hopeful and told us several times that she would not make it. She was in intensive care for many months, and didn't return home for close to 10 months, and when she did, they said that she would not walk. After 6 months, she was up on a walker, because she was a determined woman, and within 11 months. She was walking.

They put Mom on the transplant list, for a new liver, and we waited and waited for a match.

In 1975, she was given hepatitis during a blood transfusion at Community Hospital East. After that happened, she was no longer a candidate for a new liver. They took her off the transplant list.

In 1987 they moved her down to the South side of Indianapolis, My Dad and my brother, to get her away from the neighborhood where we lived at 46th and Fall Creek Parkway because the United Station was robbed 11 times in one week, and one night she was outside calling her cat at 3 a.m. and the Police chased her back inside.

She was only there a few months, (August of 1987), when she collapsed on her bathroom floor in a pool of blood. She finally woke up enough to dial 911. Once she was at the hospital, Community North, they discovered that she was bleeding from the esophagus. She was diagnosed with osophageal varices and then she was told that she had cirrhosis of the liver because of the damage to her liver and because of the hepatitis, and she was given 6 months to live. In August, I was six months pregnant with my daughter, Samantha. We began moving from our condo near 65 and Main Street, to a trailer, around the corner from where she lived, and moved in the day after I came home with Samantha.

She spent many holidays in the hospital, fighting for her life, but was able to hang on for four years. Each time we took her to the hospital they always told us "this is it", but she always made liars out of them. I was in charge of making sure that my Dad followed the instructions on her DNR order and had a copy of it in my purse. On one of many trips to St. Francis Hospital, he allowed them to put her on a respirator while I parked the car. When she woke up, she wrote me a note and asked me "why did you let them do this to me" and I told her that Dad had done this, not me. She patted his hand, because she knew he wasn't ready to lose her yet.

Mom's last couple of years, were not good, she only had a few good days out of them all. She was not getting enough oxygen because of the extra water weight that the cirrhosis of the liver had given her. So Dad and I took turns going to work. Dad worked days at this point, so when I got off work at 6:30 a.m., I would go over to the house to allow him to go to work at 8 a.m. and stayed until he came home. I made her breakfast and cleaned her house, then laid down on the floor right in front of her, with a pillow, so that if she needed anything at all, I would be there. Many days, she would wake up and ask for breakfast, then fall back to sleep. I would make the breakfast and sit it in the microwave, and she would wake up, ask for it, I would freshen her coffee, and bring her the food again, and she would be asleep. She thought I wasn't bringing it to her, but she didn't realize that I was. Finally I would wake her up to eat. It went on like this for awhile, and I would grab cat naps where I could just to have the extra time with my Mom. Sometimes she would tell Dad that I didn't make her something to eat.

The last trip to the hospital was the same as all the others, they said "this is it". I got a room downstairs at the hospital, so that I could rest, while she did, and take a shower. Once she improved enough and was going to have a stint put in, on November 7th. I left and went home on November 6th, and went to work that night. I did not drive myself because I was having car problems. At 3 a.m. she was laughing and teasing the nurses when they came to do their rounds. At 4 a.m. when the nurse came in, she had slipped into a coma. They called me at work, and told me that I needed to get there now, if I wanted to see her. I told my supervisor at work, and found a ride with my fathers best friends (Jeff Overton) boss (John Miller). It was snowing horribly, the man did not smoke, but allowed me to have a cigarette on the way. He got me there pretty quickly from downtown too. My sister and brother were already there when I arrived. They were trying to raise Dad from sleep that he had not had for a few days, and he had turned the phone off. They got the lady who sold my parents the house to go and knock on his bedroom window to wake him. Dad got there about 5 a.m. She never regained consciousness. The nurse had left us a stethoscope so that we could listen to her heart. Her heart was racing to hang on, and just a little after 7, on November 7, 1991, my mother's heart finally stopped beating.

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Ethel was the daughter of Phillip Robert Mobley and Luella Pearl Hopwood.

She was preceded in death by one brother, Robert Edwin Mobley on October 27, 1997 and one sister, Mary Elizabeth "Susie" Mobley on March 3, 1973.

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Precious is your memory,
It hurts to hear your name;
I've grown to realize daily,
my life won't be the same.

Although I know in heaven,
there is no pain or grief.
My heart it just can't grasp it,
It hurts beyond belief.

But as I look to heaven,
beyond the clouds and sky,
I know to wipe away the tears,
because this is not goodbye.

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When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see.
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we never got to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you..
And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too..
But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand..
An angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
It seemed my place was ready - In Heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind, those things I dearly love..

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye.
For all of life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you..
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad..
I thought of all the love we shared, and how much fun we had..
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I'd say goodbye, then kiss you ‘til I saw that special smile..

But then I fully realized, that it could never be,
'Cause emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.
And when I thought of all those things, I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow. .
But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, From his great & golden throne,

He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.
Today your life on Earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
and since each day is the same day, there's no longing for the past. .
But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,
Though there were some times you did some things you shouldn't do. .

But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free,
So come and take me by the hand, and share my life with me.."
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me, I'll be right there - in your Heart..

By David Romano

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Family links: 
  Phillip Robert Mobley (1909 - 1984)
  Luella Pearl Hopwood Mobley (1918 - 1945)
  Leonard Eugene Goodwin (1936 - 2001)*
  Robert Edwin Mobley (1938 - 1997)*
  Mary Elizabeth Mobley Hartzler Collins (1939 - 1973)*
  Ethel Mae Mobley Goodwin (1940 - 1991)
  Infant Mobley (1945 - 1945)*
*Calculated relationship
Forest Lawn Memory Gardens
Johnson County
Indiana, USA
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Record added: Jan 23, 2003
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