William McKinley was 58 years old on September 13, 1901. Lying in a coma, he was given oxygen which revived him. He asked for his wife. Frail herself, she was doing the best she could to handle the strain.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, the President looked for Ida each time he opened his eyes. When he saw her he whispered:
Nearer my God to Thee.
Mrs. McKinley knew her husband was dying. People in the room looked away so the couple could have privacy. It was time to say their good-byes.
Clutching his wife’s hand, the President tried to speak. The woman he loved put her ear to his mouth and heard him say:
God’s will, not ours, be done.
The First Lady smiled at the President, but she could not hold back her tears. William McKinley then spoke his last words to everyone in the room:
It is God’s way.
As he lapsed back into a coma, the President’s pulse grew fainter. By 2:16 a.m. on September 14, 1901 the pulse was gone. With tears streaming down his face, Dr. Rixey, McKinley’s personal physician, made the official announcement:
It is over. The President is dead.
Leon Czolgosz had just become a murderer. Teddy Roosevelt would become the next President.