My family and I went to see my dad yesterday. On Friday evening he was transferred to a nursing home in NJ. He's in here for a short term for rehab. My mom met us by the door and said, "He's not doing good." We all proceeded to the room and he was just laying there moaning in pain. He saw my husband and grabbed onto his hand and just started to cry. My husband has been away for the past 2 weeks on Army business. My dad obviously does not remember the last time Phil came to see him in the hospital. The last time Phil saw him my dad was still on the ventitlator.
After we all said hello to him, he kept complaining of his pain. Then he said, "I'm dying." I said, "No, you're not." Then he wanted to get out of bed and we had to wait for awhile for the aides to come and assist him into his wheelchair. My Olivia pushed him into the front sitting room where there is a big window. He started to cry again while in there. I just hugged him and told him that everything was going to be okay. I then noticed that there was a big porch out front and asked him if he wanted to go out there. It was raining out but the porch would cover us.
We got out onto the porch and I sat next to him on one of the benches. We started talking about little things, like the fact that he hasn't been outside in 3 weeks. He actually started to "perk up." We spent the next 2 hours just going back and forth from the sitting room to the porch. At one point, he asked if he was staying here forever. I know my mother explained to him that this was just for rehab, but, my dad still gets confused at times. We explained again to him that he can come home as soon as he gets strong and can walk with a walker.
I read a scripture this morning on another blog that I like to read. It seemed to jump out of the page at me! (I've replaced the words "my" and "me" and added my father in parenthesis to make a point)
Psalm 116:1-6 (The Message)
I love God because he listened to me, listened as I begged for mercy.
He listened so intently as I laid out my case before him.
Death stared (my father) in the face, hell was hard on (my father's) heels.
Up against it, I didn’t know which way to turn;
then I called out to God for help:
”Please, God!” I cried out. ”Save (my father's) life!”
God is gracious—it is he who makes things right,
our most compassionate God. God takes the side of the helpless;
when (my father) was at the end of (his) rope, he saved(my father).
All I can say to this is AMEN!