God loves US a bushel and a peck.
I have a few more kisses to tell you about.
1. Did I mention that my Mom’s only brother and his wife happened to be in Florida for a few months? They were able to come up from Naples and visit with her. They were there on her good days. My Uncle Bob even made her laugh, because that is what he lives to do. She adored him.
They also took us out for dinner at Smokey Bones, where my Aunt Phyllis insisted that we order their famous doughnuts for dessert. They were S.C.R.U.M.T.R.U.L.E.S.C.E.N.T. That is a very long word.
2. Have I ever mentioned that I have wonderful friends? Because I need to mention that I have wonderful friends. Just in case I have never mentioned it once, or 7 million times. Talking to you and texting became lifelines.
3. All of your lovely, comforting, gracious comments on this here blob. Really, you have no idea how much they all meant when Schmenky would read them to me each day. We just cried together. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
4. Did I mention that The Capri’s came up for the funeral to give me Capri-cious support? Patt flew in from Florida, and Lisa drove up from Virginia and Deb is always with me. I was shocked. And then crying ensued. Repeat #2.
5. Before Beeve and I even left for Florida, I asked Honey to pray that we would not have to make “the hard decision”. I didn’t want to do that. I wanted God to make it. If she could not sustain her life, then I wanted Him to take her Home. I didn’t want to have to be a part of the decision to take her off life support. But, as God has shown before in our lives, He had another plan.
Our Dad was not ready to let her go on Feb. 2. Or the whole next week. He prayed for her to be restored. He wanted the Dr.’s to be able to put the defibrillator in. He wanted them to fix her. When it appeared that she was rallying, we were so hopeful. She really was like a cat with 9 lives, no matter what her health scares were, she always rebounded. Always a little weaker, but she had such a strong will to survive.
After the first week, when things looked hopeful, we started the second week, that began to look less and less promising. Signing the DNR was heartbreaking for him, but it was a turning point. As she slipped further and further away from this life and we saw her body failing quickly, it became apparent that there was going to have to be a hard decision made.
But you know what? God in his infinite mercy and compassion had used the 2 weeks to help us get our minds around it. He had already been preparing our hearts. We were ready to let her go. We were able to give her back to Him. It was the right thing to do. It was not agonizing. It was a blessing. For her, and for us. There are no regrets that we didn’t do the right thing. Isn’t God good? He took the very thing I was resisting and turned it into a blessing.
We are doing well. Not just surviving, we are well. Lonesome, but it is well with our souls.