The Waiting

Al refused to go to bed last night. He instead wanted to sit in his recliner with his glasses




off, and his open Bible on his lap. It was midnight then, and I don’t feel comfortable with me going to bed, at least knowing he is safely in bed.


I waited until about one am and then went in and asked him if we could please get into bed, that I was so tired. He still refused. I got his bed all ready for him and walked out here and turned all the lights off and sat here at the computer, playing a silly quiet game, and then within about a ten minute range, he did get into bed by himself, and turned his television on and his lights off.


Wow, I thought, was this to show me he was still independent or what? I had a half-smile on my face, as I shut the game off and went to my room. Prayers and God covered me up and after six hours of uninterrupted sleep, I awoke this morning, feeling brighter and refreshed.


I started my coffee being ever so much like a sneaky mouse as Al was still sleeping and I didn’t want to wake him. I went to my room again and placed the much-needed call to the local family doctor. I explained how yesterday went and taking him to the mental health hospital, and what the doctor did by coming in to actually talk to me and Al. I explained that I was in agreement with this doctor, that the goal was to have Al in comfort care from now on and as pain-free as possible. I even explained about Al’s thought process on dying and how he planned to make it happen.


I told the nurse all that was on my mind and I was firm about what I was saying, and she said, I will give the message to the doctor, what is your phone number, and he is not in today, so you will maybe hear from us late today or tomorrow. I said thank-you, have a great day, and we hung up. Now, we, Alvin and I are doing the waiting game of the phone to ring.


Al got up this morning, and came out to the kitchen and said his toes were hurting so bad. He asked me to look at them, and of course, I can see nothing with the naked eye. Then he smiled and said he had prayed the hardest he had ever prayed, and he got an answer. I said what was the answer. He stated that God told him this morning when he got up, that his wait was over. He could go to heaven now. I said, well we shall just have to wait and see won’t we bud, and he shook his head with a big grin.


The therapist came over later, and he told her all about his big answer and he was grinning from ear to ear. She started crying and I joined in, and Al asked us both, why are you crying, this is good news!


Now we are both waiting for the phone to ring, and to see if God is speaking to Al or if Al is wishing so hard.



34 thoughts on “The Waiting

    • This is what I am doing. I have not questioned him and have not told him this is not true. Who am I? I am not God. For all we know this may be true.
      Thank you for a very wise comment!!!


      • You are wonderful. The care you give your brother is amazing and I wish he could see without the clouds of pain and PD just how much you do for him.


      • i admit a thank you would be nice to hear once, but i understand it all, so never expect anything. i am here to help him get through this. thank you Elaine


  1. I hope the doctor gives you guys what Al needs. Atleast you both got some rest last evening, and perhaps you’ll have another decent bit of sleep tonight as well. Until then, waiting for that phone call along with you <3<3<3



  2. I can truly appreciate Al’s thinking. It would be dreadful to be in his position. I think that just accepting his attitude would benefit you enormously, Terry. I’m sure that if the tables were reversed you would probably feel as Al does. Terribly, terribly sad, and yet understandable….!


    • yes i would feel as he does and i can not imagine his pain. when we have pain we fix it, when he is in pain it is not fixable. i feel so bad for him, but i can not let him try to do something foolish


  3. Hopefully his big “answer” from God will take his mind off of trying to determine himself his time to die. At least it made him smile, and that has to be a plus. So glad you finally got a good sleep.


  4. Anything Al wants to believe that brings him peace and a smile on his face is good thing, right? Prayers for you to have the strength you need to cope,


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