Day 91 & 92
I meant to write this yesterday but got sidetracked. That happens a lot!
I had great plans to get up and get moving. I wanted to clean some around here, then do some work at Mary's before we went to the doctor in the afternoon. Let's just say I didn't jump right out of bed when the sun came up, so my day's start was pushed back a couple of hours.
When I opened my computer I had a message that a man from church had died. I knew it was going to happen. He's been in hospice for a couple of months. I'm glad to say I visited him twice recently, and both times he was alert enough to recognize me and smile. I feel like I did everything right, although I wish I'd started visiting before he was dying. I learned a lot about him from some of the pictures his son had compiled. He had been a B17 pilot over Germany in WWII.
I noticed, too late, that by not asking my elders to tell me their story(s) I've missed a lot. I suggest if you know an old person, don't just say, how are you today. Ask them to tell you about their life. It's one of the things I've enjoyed about being with Mary. I never know when she's going to open herself up and share another piece of herself with me. I feel honored everytime she does.
Learning of Phil's death knocked the wind out of me. It made me sad. It reminded me of those last hours with Dad. I felt like giving up on the day and just going back to bed. "The world is just too messy," I told Sweetie.
Later on after waiting an hour to see the doctor, as I was helping a very tired "old lady" to the elevator I heard the music come over the hospital intercom system that signifies a baby had been born.
One life ends. One begins. It is the circle of life. The way the Creator planned it. As the elvator doors opened, I noticed a feeling of gratitude washing over me. So I said a prayer of thanks. For Phil and for the baby.
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Today I noticed how sweet it feels to push a baby stroller, even though Miss Bella did not follow any of her schedule while I was on duty. It's like the baby knows when I'm there and decides she's going to change things up a bit. She didn't sleep when she was supposed to sleep, or eat when she was supposed to eat. Seriously, I wonder why they even ask me to come back.
What have you noticed lately?
Merry ME
I had great plans to get up and get moving. I wanted to clean some around here, then do some work at Mary's before we went to the doctor in the afternoon. Let's just say I didn't jump right out of bed when the sun came up, so my day's start was pushed back a couple of hours.
When I opened my computer I had a message that a man from church had died. I knew it was going to happen. He's been in hospice for a couple of months. I'm glad to say I visited him twice recently, and both times he was alert enough to recognize me and smile. I feel like I did everything right, although I wish I'd started visiting before he was dying. I learned a lot about him from some of the pictures his son had compiled. He had been a B17 pilot over Germany in WWII.
I noticed, too late, that by not asking my elders to tell me their story(s) I've missed a lot. I suggest if you know an old person, don't just say, how are you today. Ask them to tell you about their life. It's one of the things I've enjoyed about being with Mary. I never know when she's going to open herself up and share another piece of herself with me. I feel honored everytime she does.
Learning of Phil's death knocked the wind out of me. It made me sad. It reminded me of those last hours with Dad. I felt like giving up on the day and just going back to bed. "The world is just too messy," I told Sweetie.
Later on after waiting an hour to see the doctor, as I was helping a very tired "old lady" to the elevator I heard the music come over the hospital intercom system that signifies a baby had been born.
One life ends. One begins. It is the circle of life. The way the Creator planned it. As the elvator doors opened, I noticed a feeling of gratitude washing over me. So I said a prayer of thanks. For Phil and for the baby.
____
Today I noticed how sweet it feels to push a baby stroller, even though Miss Bella did not follow any of her schedule while I was on duty. It's like the baby knows when I'm there and decides she's going to change things up a bit. She didn't sleep when she was supposed to sleep, or eat when she was supposed to eat. Seriously, I wonder why they even ask me to come back.
What have you noticed lately?
Merry ME
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