“If I have to go back to the
nursing home I’ll be dead in the morning,” my mom threatened.
“If she stays here, I’ll be
dead in the morning,” replied my dad.
They were both believers but
somehow through illness—my dad had Parkinson’s and congestive heart failure, my
mom osteoarthritis—they had become desperate in their old age.
I had prayed for wisdom. I was supposed to know what to do. I called the nursing facility. The nurse told me that they would not force
someone to come back there. She then
said that she wanted to talk to my mom.
After their conversation Mom handed me the phone and said, “Well, I
guess I have to go back because I have a doctor’s appointment.”
When we arrived at the door,
the nurse was standing there with a white coat on, and a stethoscope around her
neck. My mom smiled and said, “I hope I
made it back in time for my appointment doctor.” She was assured that she had made it back on
time.
My mom never got to go back
to my dad’s apartment after that but he visited her every day. She had a cerebral hemorrhage several months
later. She is with the Lord now and thinking
clearly again. My dad went Home to be
with her and with the Lord two years later.
They are having a great time I’m sure of it!
As I look back sometimes I go over in my
mind what we could have done differently. When friends were having trouble with elderly
parents I shared what I had learned. I think that through our experience we
were able to help others.
We can only see the path directly in front of us and not down the road into the future, so we walk by faith.
We can only see the path directly in front of us and not down the road into the future, so we walk by faith.
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