Christmas Joy in the Mail
It is bitter cold day outside. Freezing temperatures and that white stuff called snow. What flowers…
It seems like all I seem to be able to write about lately is Al. I am sorry I have not put more interesting topics in. I try to think of stuff to write that will interest you but I always come back to Al.
Today he has been weepy. At times he seems confused whether it is day or night and what time it is.
His clothes are laid out by the care giver for tomorrow but it is a surprise that he has shown no enthusiasm towards going. I know in my heart that if I asked him if he still wants to go, his answer will be yes.
He has been a real trooper over these past several months. He is definitely a fighter. Trudging through feelings and pain in order to keep up as good as he can with the routine that he used to have.
Yesterday and last night he couldn’t tell me enough times that he loved me. For my entire life I never heard those words. Now they are a common name in our household.
Today he was telling the care giver that he loved her too. The minister came to visit him and after he left Al fell into a very peaceful sleep.
I was instructed by the Hospice nurse to quit giving him meat from now on. Maybe a treat of some soft meat but most of the time none. I was told to start giving him mashed potatoes, puddings, pancakes, anything soft and easy to swallow. I was also told to quit fixing him regular meals and ask Al what he wanted to eat. If he wanted dessert for breakfast, then give it to him. So I guess at this point we will toss out the window a lot of rules we were taught by our parents.
I was explained without being forth right that Al probably doesn’t have much time left. Maybe he will be here at New Years. I didn’t flinch when I heard it. I suppose I already knew deep inside.
Tonight Al is saying please and thank-you for everything I do for him. I am letting him do it but Lord knows he doesn’t need to thank me for a single thing. It is an honor to be the one caring for him. I am the one getting the gift of memories.
Fills the air
To Al they call
Spring does come
And brings new life
A soul is lifted
With no strife
And when I look
Up to the stars
I have no need to ask
Of where you are
For the seasons come
And seasons go
Life is given
And then we know
That our time on earth
Will one day end
So make every day count
Do all you can.
I don’t know the season of when Al will be made new. But I do know that making every moment count. Whether it is drying his tears, or holding his hand. Listening to him tell me he loves me over and over. All of these things Al shows me what is important to him. He tells me that he doesn’t know any longer if he will be here in the next hour. I give him a hug and let him know that whether it is a minute or an hour, it has been a privilege to be his sister.
It is bitter cold day outside. Freezing temperatures and that white stuff called snow. What flowers I used to enjoy through the summer now take a look of a different kind of beauty, still and peaceful. Here is the photo.
To Diane S., thank-you for the card for Al, and the CD, book and card for me, thank-you very much.
To Michele B, thank-you so much.
To Michele B. from N.C., thank-you for Al’s card.
To Sandy R. a big thank-you for my card.
To Sandy R., N.C., thank-you for Al’s card.
From Kell, N.C, thank-you for Al’s card.
From Claire R, N.C, thank-you for my card.
From Kell, N.C. thank-you for my card.
From Teresa F., thank-you for Al’s card.
Al and I want to give you all a cyber hug for your gifts. Al has all of his cards hanging on his wall so that when he looks up he can see them. The lighted and cards that play are always on his bed with him and are played daily. We thank-you all so very much.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com, DP, Daily Prompt
Who is the person in your life who can do no wrong? Describe this person and tell us why you hold them in such high esteem.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us PRECIOUS.
Who is the person in my life that can do no wrong? I am sorry, I can’t think of anyone who can do no wrong except one lady. I used to think there were two. My best friend, L.S. and my dad.
Now being down to one I feel so lucky that I have that very best friend who I think the highest regards for. Who in my eyes does no wrong.
Now when I was a kid, not too many years back I had a few favorite people I felt could do no wrong. Idols, who I looked up to. Visits I got so excited about. Smiles so big that they showed missing teeth. Yes, those were the days. Can you guess who they were in a young girl’s life? Let me show you by photo only. I know you will guess then.