mosses could be suffering from icu syndrome,
a condition that causes clouding of
consciousness, restlessness, disorientation,
i wondered if he even remembered the story
he had wanted to share with me...
over the next few days, mosses' condition improved; hence, dr. divine ordered that he be moved out of intensive care to the medical unit. the move did wonders for mosses mentally. though he still had his days and nights confused, his mind seemed otherwise clear.
the following sunday, i waited until evening to visit mosses. the hospital is usually abuzz with visitors on sundays after church; i wanted mosses to get some rest before i went to see him. when i arrived, i found mosses sitting up in bed watching the news, and jean was sitting in a chair at the foot of his bed working on a crossword puzzle.
"well, dani, bless your heart," mosses welcomed me.
i walked over and kissed him on the forehead.
"hey, jean." i continued, "has this been a long day for you two?"
they both spoke at the same time...
jean said it had been a long day;
mosses said it hadn't been too bad.
then mosses asked if i had gone to church.
when he asked me, it reminded me that a gentleman in the church whom we both knew had just a few days prior welcomed a granddaughter into the world. i told mosses.
"and guess what her name is, mosses..." i teased.
"well, i don't know, dani, what is it?" he asked.
"they named her lucy," i smiled at him. i saw his face light up and a twinkle appear in his eyes just at the mention of the name, lucy.
"well, that's mighty nice, dani, mighty nice..." he concluded as his mind seemed to wander to another place in time to his beloved lucy.
"were there a lot of people at church today, dani?" jean asked.
"there were quite a few... the sanctuary was nearly full, and there were people sitting in the balcony," i answered.
jean and i continued to chit-chat about this and that. somehow we arrived at the subject of an affluent business man who had successfully opened an overseas business. and i made a comment that if he were ever to choose to use his talents and charisma for God's work there was no telling what he could accomplishment.
"you know, dani," mosses began, "i asked Him three times if i could return."
jean and i turned toward mosses who had rejoined us.
"the first two times he told me, 'no'. then, He told me you had asked many times..." he continued.
with eyes that probably resembled a deer's in the headlights, i glanced over at jean and then quickly turned my attention back to mosses.
"when i asked Him the third time," mosses shrugged his shoulders, slightly turned out his hands, and matter-of-factly concluded, "He said, 'yes'."
there was complete silence.
"mosses, are you talking about God??? did you talk to God???"
i had goosebumps on top of my goosebumps!!! i think jean did as well!
"yes," he replied. "i asked Him two times if i could return. but, golly-muggins, the third time was a charm!
however, now, He told me you had asked many times..."
tears began to navigate their way down my cheeks,
"i didn't want you to go if you weren't ready, mosses:
i didn't think you were ready!!!"
i walked over to his bedside, took his hand in mine, and just held it.
mosses had been in heaven.
and what a gift God had returned to me!
(to be continued...)
love and God's blessings,
ps you will find earlier entries in ascending order on my side bar entitled, "our love story":)