A Couple Of Tough Days & A Small Miracle

Yesterday and the day before were the toughest yet. My father could not get out of a chair on his own and refused to eat or go to therapy. I was at my wits end. He knew it. I did not want to go back this morning; but, before I left yesterday I met with the chaplain for prayer and bought my father a cheese burger at the bistro. He finally ate something.  I also went to my "peace place" for several hours of prayer and meditation...

 

 

 

This guy visited me the last time I took photos. It is a Hemaris thysbe or hummingbird clearwing moth, a Sphingidae.

What a peaceful and serene place to say and practice the "Serenity Prayer".

Today my prayers were answered. My father had a change of heart and attitude. He says he wants to live and he ate well and went to therapy twice with no fuss. For the first time, I did not have to help him get up and down from chairs. He walked the furthest he has walked since his surgery.

 

Both he and I know we cannot change the inevitable outcome. But for now, he is living one day at a time instead of existing as he was the two days before. I was able to call my brother and share good news for once.

 

Tonight Evin and I are at peace. We are thankful. My father and mother are truly loved and treated so very well by the wonderfully supportive and understanding caregivers at Abernethy Laurels. When the cantaloupe that the kitchen served was too green two of my father's caregivers brought some to him that was soft and sweet. They never complain when my father is complaining or lacking appreciation. They encourage Evin and me every day.

 

When I leave each day I kiss my father and mother and tell them that I love them. Tonight, for the first time in several weeks, my mother was able to tell me that she loved me and she called my father by name. She truly smiled several times and laughed. Today was a small miracle for which I am truly grateful.