God Helps In My Preparations For Al


With gentle nudges I have begun to prepare myself for the new beginning of Al’s life. His clothes are ready, his photos gathered.

I have realized that these are things I can do now. Later I will not be able to make decisions so easily so it is better to help myself now.

My friend left this morning and the caregiver is gone. I heard the silence ringing in my ears. It is yet to be a memory of days to come but at this moment it is real and as I walk into Al’s room I stand quietly beside him and look down into his empty eyes and my own tears well echoing what is about to come.

I sit beside him and I watch the silent body stare into space. I reach for his hand and a tremor of life lets me know he knows I am beside him. I talk to  him although he doesn’t stir, but I know he hears me.

I came back out here to the room and went over the two songs I have picked out for his funeral. It leaves a nasty taste in my mouth as I do this preparation work, but as I said before, it is better to do it now than later.

Last night I had been searching through songs on U-tube. I knew the one song already that I was going to use. It is familiar to so many. It is sung by Vince Gill. It is called Let There Be Peace On Earth.

I said a prayer as I was searching asking God to find me the perfect song. A song that would lift my brother to God. A song that would shine through in honor of how I felt and feel about him. Without hesitation God showed it to me.

I thought to myself, This is so beautiful, so perfect, it is so Al in every way.

Would you like to hear it? It is also sung by Vince Gill and called  Go Rest High On The Mountain.

 

 

peace

Ray of Light Amongst the Clouds


For two days Al talked after weeks of no speaking but then it left. Last night he was trying  very hard to let me know about something. I tried and tried but his voice is so soft I couldn’t make it out.

It makes a person feel so totally helpless when you are the one standing and they are the one in bed. I felt like from his facial expressions he was letting me know he is still scared. My friend and I said prayers over him. We promised him I would be alright.

My friend even told him that she would look after me when he is gone. Of course she won’t unless I am in a terrible situation, but we were hoping it would bring some comfort to Al. I just wish I knew whether it did or not.

We have been struggling with temps with Al. He seems to have a temp quite a bit now. This is very common in the last days as the body just doesn’t know what else to do to fight, so it will spike a temp. The day before yesterday it went to 104.6.

Now this scared me as it was very close to the level where a seizure could appear. I got it to come down but then as high as his temps will go, it will also drop too low. Almost to 95 degrees. When it gets that low he is in the state of dying, so we rock that cradle back and forth pretty fast around here.

Today is my friend’s birthday. She turned 60. I always kidded her about her being older than me. Even though we are two months apart, it is still 60 days that I get to be younger. The first thing I did when I woke up is bake a cake for her birthday.

Then I popped some chicken in the crock pot and put the most fabulous sauce and spices over it. It will taste so good. I know for a fact, because I make it often.

Recipe

1/4  cup vinegar

1 bottle BBQ sauce

1 teaspoon red pepper flakes

1 teaspoon garlic

1/4 cup brown sugar

Mix all together and pour over chicken in a crock pot. Cook at least four hours on low, or until tender.

So when my girlfriend got up I had coffee poured and on the table. A decorated cake awaited for her. I had a lit, very good smelling, candle shining brightly. A plate was placed in front of her with hot bacon, scrambled eggs, and raisin toast, along with water.

So in the midst of the drama of watching the clouds roll through my brother’s room, I found a ray of light in wishing my best friend a happy birthday. Happy Birthday my dearest friend!!!

birthday cake

 

Photo Fiction; The Alley


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chainsEvery minute, every day

The chains do bind me

Locking me in my own mind

Ne’re letting me escape

Oh why must you do this

Have I not suffered enough

For I have tried to free myself

For so long now

But you tighten more

And you gag my lips

You keep me within your sight

For ever more I am yours

Your puppet on a string

I dance for you and sing

And afterwards I weep

As this is truly not who I am

Nor who I want to be

The chains, the fear

That once was yours, now mine

Help me O Lord, set me free

Let me for once be

The woman you cast in me.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

01/18/2014

Pain & Friendship


Pain & Friendship

There are moments we feel alone

And the world is standing still

Everyone is moving

Against our very will.

 

When pain comes and hits us

We want others to feel it too

We think no one understands it

But we know some really do.

 

And through the moments we’re frozen

And our heart has swelled in pain

That one person out there

Will stand with you through rain.

 

Slowly our heart will melt

And the pain will fade a way

But when it again attacks us

That friend will walk with you that day.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

01.11.2014

 

 

 

lights 5 2014

 

The Broken Rose


Her branch pricked him

It pierced his heart

Blood dripping

Love pouring out

As she would

Never allow

Any man to

Get too close

For pain remains

Still alive from

Many years ago

When she let

One soul pick

Her petals

Her beautiful

Tender rose                                                            rose

Now singed

Edges blackened

From hurtful words

Now she stands

Alone with the

Most beautiful

Petals that have

Ever been seen

But too afraid

To love again

And soon she

Will die never

Giving  the chance

To let another

Touch  her beauty.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

09/16/2013