Another Monday
Dearest friends,
Here we are, another Monday. And we are still waiting ... for God's perfect timing.
Last Thursday daddy had a very good day. He was the most lucid he had been in a long time. He and Barbara spent some great time together, talking and sharing about their lives together over the past 35 years. What a gift from God that was for her. Wayne came in Friday night and we spent the night with them so Barbara could work Saturday. But daddy was startled awake and became very confused. By the time that was all settled out she decided to stay home. The rest of our weekend was quiet. Wayne went home Sunday morning but continues to keep his suite case packed and in the trunk.
Our nurse, Andrea, was here earlier today. Barbara asked the hard question - How long? A week, maybe two. Then their priest came to the house and we celebrated our Lord's supper with daddy for probably the last time. And we prayed praises to our heavenly Father for the gift of our earthly father. We met again with our social worker this afternoon.
Daddy continues to be very weak. We are grateful for our CNA who bathes and shaves him. She is so gentle and keeps him looking comfortable and handsome. He is able to swallow liquids and is still taking pills for us.
Please pray for:
- God to call daddy home in His perfect timing
- Peace that passes understanding for our family
- No suffering
- Unity for our family. Satan would like nothing better than to separate us right now.
Clinging to the Solid Rock.
posted by MrsGeek @ 8/24/2009 11:47:00 PM
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Keeping y'all in my prayers. I am so grateful to Our Heavenly Father that He provided y'all with the right hospice. Please make sure to tell Andrea, Sarah, and Chaplain Crocko that I appreciate them so much for making this part of dad's journey here on earth as easy as possible for y'all. Seeing your updates and talking to Wayne, I know that God sent the right team into your lives. I miss you my dear sister, but I know as hard as it is to be away from Wayne you are where you need to be. Give your daddy a big hug and kiss from me. This is a poem from the booklet we used in one of the hospices I worked for that has meant so much to me especially when it came time to give David's mom back to God.
Gone From My Sight by Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all. Shew is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
I prsy my friend that this will comfort you and your family as it does many others and did mine.
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