Sometimes life’s changes are too big, too incomprehensible, for the heart to handle. They leave you breathless, and heart-torn. That’s how the past three years have been for us. Not all has been bad, not by any means. Frankly, life consists of changes, constant change. For someone who doesn’t much like change, things can get intense at times.
Three years ago, SJ and I began caring for my parents more and more. Yes, we counted it as part of his vocational training. SJ is one of the sweetest, most willing to help, gentlest people you could ever know. My mom commented often how he anticipates ones needs before they are even expressed. Mom and I both figured he’d be an excellent nurse’s aide.
In July, 2021, both my dad and I were struck down by COVID, and went into the hospital on the same day. JC and SJ both had COVID, too. My mother, the one with respiratory issues to begin with, did not catch it. We praised God for that! I was extremely ill; is spent 23 days in the hospital. They almost intubated me. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am alive because friends all over the world (literally!) prayed for me. God graciously answered those prayers, in spite of the fact that for awhile, I was praying for God to just let me go to sleep, and not wake up.
My dad and I both recovered, but it took it’s toll on our bodies, and on JC’s as well. (Her blood pressure is consistently a bit elevated now, for one thing)
Twenty-twenty-two was not kind, either. Both of my parents ended up in the hospital, and in rehab. My dad was in and out of the hospital a few times. Finally in October his body gave out on him, and he fell asleep in Jesus’ arms. At that time we brought my mom home, and SJ and I cared for her in our home. She was bedridden by then. She lasted five months and four days after my dad passed away. She fell asleep a year ago this month. Yes, we’re coming up on that first “anniversary.” Maybe that’s why I’m writing this blog today.
My dad’s birthday was in March. He would be 89 this birthday. My best friend from childhood–my bosom friend–also had her birthday in March. She passed away the beginning of 2022.
“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” Revelation 21:4, KJV. I cling to this promise. Soon our Father will fulfill this promise.
“He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.” Revelation 22:20, KJV.
Until next time…