A
Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,…
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,…
a time to mourn and a time to dance,…
a time to be silent and a time to
speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
(Ecclesiastes 3 verses 1-8)
On September 12th I travelled to New England
to help my 98 year old mom through her illness. It was a roller coaster ride
full of peaks and valleys that turned out to be her end of life experience. You
need to know that it was sad but certainly not bad. In total the six week
excursion can only be described as wonderful.
On Sunday morning mom was transported to the ER in
Clinton Mass. She was in tough shape-we were in a valley, maybe the valley of
the shadow of death. On the Thursday, she had made a recovery and was
transferred to a rehab facility! This was a tense peak, she felt good and felt
that somehow I had blocked her return home. She figured out that we were on her
side and worked hard at rehab.
The following Thursday she accepted a temporary slot at a
great assisted living facility near her home. We, June and I, had lunch with
her there and took her for a ride to view the fall colors. It was a glorious
day full of optimism and hope. In fact, we had a truck scheduled for nine in
the morning to bring her bedroom set to her new apartment so it would seem like
home.
On Friday morning mom had a heart attack and was
transported to the ER in Leominster. That ended the thought of assisted living;
we were back in that valley again. But, by Tuesday she was bright, being walked
in the halls and heading for Rahab again! In fact, she had such a great time
with the visitors that I think they were the most fun days she has had for a
long time. Yes, another optimistic peak.
Tuesday evening she experienced a devastating stroke. She
lost effective use of her left side and could not eat solid foods but was still
mentally sharp. It was a sad week as we all, including mom, realized there
would be no more going home. The spiritual and loving part had begun.
It was Thursday evening when my mom asked June and I to
pray with her. We held hands, June, I and mom, and prayed. We did that several
times until that last Tuesday night when we prayed before going home for the
night. Mom left us early Wednesday morning
. There was no better
way to say good-by
Thought for the
Week: There is a time for
everything… a time to be born and a time to die.