Tonight after supper, I sat down with Al and told him that I would rather write a letter to his two aunts, telling them what he wants to say. I told him that since my visit with Julie did not go as planned, that this may be the best way to go.
He started to cry. A lot of feelings came to the surface as the first thing that was stated from him, was they do not care about him.
Here is the short note, that I will now place in envelopes and mail tomorrow at his request.
I am writing this on behalf of Alvin Jr. I have asked him to tell me what he wished for me to say in this letter. This is what he requested. He wanted me to reach out to you. He wanted me to speak on his behalf as he believes he may be nearing death. Alvin is in the comfort care part of Parkinson’s. Alvin is afraid you will be surprised when you find out that he has passed on, and this is the reason for this short note. He says,
Tell them that I am sick. Tell them that I have Parkinson’s and I don’t think I have much time left. God has told me my life is almost over.
Tell them that I love them.
Ask them if they still love me
This is what he wanted me to say, and so I have honored his wishes.
Alvin has been making last-minute preparations for his death. He had me take him to the cemetery so that he could speak to mom and dad.
He has had several conversations with God and he believes that God told him that his time is near.
Contrary to what people are saying, thinking, choosing truths or non truths is none of my concern.
Each birthday and holiday that came and went Alvin always cried because he feels no one loves him from the family.
I am not God, but thankfully God has taken me through this journey of caring for Al these past four years. I would not have traded this for anything that is available in this world.
Well, I have stated what he wanted me to state.
As soon as I mail them, I will feel that I have honored Al’s wishes. I don’t know what else I can do for him, but if there is anything else he requests, I will try my best to honor it.
It will be an honor, joy, and privilege, to go to heaven and see Al there walking, running, and smiling, pain-free. We will both never remember these days of struggles, tremors, crying, tears and pain. Even if I go first, I know that I will recognize him immediately upon his arrival, and we shall embrace each other with loving hugs.