October 26, 2010

The day I said good-bye

The mound was fresh with new turned dirt
The flowers not even wilted yet.
His family gathered round his body hid,
Eyes raised heavenward in prayer.
A tear begins to steal down my cheek
A single tear drips down.
And then we weep, silently at first.

It is too hard to bid adieu to the one we love,
To say "good-bye", or walk on.
And so we sob aloud, unhindered,
The feelings flow from our torn hearts
Rent by this loss so fresh.

But now it is time to walk away,
To move on in life without you.

The day I said good-bye to you,
Was certainly not the last day
I cried for you.
Copyright 2010 - Abigail C. Kautt

October 4, 2010

Update on Grandpa

Update: Grandpa will be having surgery today to help clear up his infection.   Thankfully he was in stable condition ALL night long, which is good news.   Please pray that he would be strong enough to make it through the surgery with flying colors!   And please continue to lift Grandma up as well.

October 2, 2010

Another day

He lies prostrate in a hospital bed.  Tubes and wires are running into and out of his body.  Illness clings to his body, and yet he sleeps. Oblivious.  Numbed by sedatives.  Resting in a state of drugged peace.  The doctors say he has improved, if only a little.  Any good news is snatched up by the family like the last crumb of bread available.  Hope is what they need.
Many times a day prayers are being offered up for him, and them.  People well-known and some complete strangers, all united together in petitions for this man’s health, and for comfort and strength.
Each new day a routine is set – drive to the hospital at 8, 10, noon, 2, 5 and then again at 8.  Six times daily, she makes this same trek.  To spend a few precious moments with her love.  To squeeze his hand.  Speaking to him in tones so tender, lovingly telling him about her day, about all those who care for him, who love them.  She cries.  Her heart aches for her love.  She is powerless, and yet she is not because she has Him on her side.  Always.
Another day has come and gone.  He still lies there as if suspended in time.  Unaffected by his surroundings.  And yet, he is not unaware of what is happening to him.  He senses us when we are there in his room.  Singing.  Praying.  Talking to him, willing him to hear, to live, to spend another day here with us.
Don’t waste a moment with your family.  Tell them you love them.  Give them a hug.  Don’t part with bad feelings, leave with pleasant words and smiles on your face and in your heart.  Love your family, today.