did you talk to God???"
"yes," he replied, "i asked Him two times if i could return.
but, golly-muggins, the third time was a charm..."
mosses had been a man with a death sentence...
set to expire in just a matter of hours...
according to what the doctor had told us
just two evenings earlier.
mosses wasn't ready yet.
he knew it.
i knew it.
and, most importantly, God knew it!
mosses' road to recovery was not an easy one. after a few weeks of rehabilitation, the hospital released him. still, he was very weak and needed a totally different level of care than that which he had been receiving from his sitters prior to his hospitalization.
it was a period of adjustment for all involved.
before his set-back, mosses (at the age of 90, crippled with arthritis, and battling parkinson's disease and macular degeneration) arose every morning, drank a cup of coffee, ate a bowl of cereal, bathed and shaved himself, read the local newspaper, took care of his business, and ran his errands. every afternoon, he ate a big lunch and lounged in his leather recliner watching the comings and goings on the ohio river... and caught a catnap here and there. every evening, he watched as the bell rang marking the closing day on wall street, ate a bowl of soup and a sandwhich, watered his flowers and garden, and readied for bed...
ON HIS OWN!
after his set back, he did exactly the same things...
in exactly the same order...
but needed help doing much of it...
it was hard on him.
it was difficult for the sitters who'd basically been used to
it wasn't long before he was doing well...
he was back nearly to his same old self
but with a new sense of purpose...
love and God's blessings,
ps you will find earlier entries in ascending order on my side bar entitled, "our love story":)