Finding Joy on the Journey in Faith, Family, and all Things in Between.
I didn't cry much after you passed away. In all honesty, I felt a flood of relief as we sat watching. The nurse leaned over your hospice bed, cold stethoscope pressed to your chest, not needing to be warmed first. Your breathing had been labored and rattly, then shallow. Mom and I sat, sides touching on the couch, and when the nurse rose, draped her stethoscope back around her neck and … [Read more...]
I had him all to myself on Sunday afternoons. I would sit through the laboriously long church service, distracting myself with the counting of pews or fantasies about getting up on stage and belting out some amazing tune, which with my singing voice, was really dreaming the impossible. My legs, scratchy against the rusty orange pilling dotting the 70's upholstered pews, would get tired from … [Read more...]
For the last two years of his life, I watched as he grew weaker in both body and spirit. His once gregarious personality withdrew as his energy faded. He suffered. And for those of us who loved him, it was equally painful to watch his daily agony as he declined. His days were filled with prescription bottles, injections, breathing treatments, and countless reruns on Netflix. He became confined … [Read more...]
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