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.

 

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