I remember with great warmth the gelid winters of my youth. Growing up in Colorado, I experienced the true seasonal meaning of winter, snow, and ice. Sometimes we had below freezing temperatures for days and days, accompanied with days of snow and huge snowdrifts peaking in our front and backyards–the very thing children long for in…
Tag: Self Disclosure
100 Simple Things (just the second ten)
1) Autumn is my favorite season. I come alive when the world around me begins to turn gold and scarlet and the air is crisp. 2) I love to ice skate. In Colorado, I grew up ice skating. My first pair of ice skates were blue with grey fur on top. I loved them because no…
haiku: no sting in death
I have been awake since 3 AM–way too early to arise. But arise I did, reluctantly. I need more sleep for the very long day we will have today. There will be physical and emotional strain in saying good-bye, in seeing many people, in the journey to Bartlett and back. I need more sleep……
Sunday Morning Update
My sister-in-law spent the night with Dad. He has been moved to a private room. Arrangements have been made to move him to a hospice center soon. He had a good day yesterday. One of his sisters arrived from Tennessee, and others are on their way. We received a call at 4 AM that Dad’s breathing…
Icy Chill
I am baking Christmas cookies to shake off the cold, both physically and emotionally. Rapturous Christmas music is ringing throughout the house, still there is an icy chill running through me that will not be warmed by tradition or memory. I have never lost a parent yet, and I am aching for my husband and daughter….
New on Dad
Soon Dad will be moved from intensive care to a regular private room. He will be taken off all monitors as well as some of his meds. His color is good, and he is peaceful, breathing well. Dad remains in a dream-like state, lingering between life and death, but he is less restless and more calm…
Update on Dad
My husband spent the night in the intensive care unit with dad while mom and my sister-in-law went home to catch some sleep. Dad slept through the night, but he had another bad spell again at 5 AM with difficulty breathing. He needed deep suctioning. He is resting peacefully now. There is no change other than…
Taking Refuge
For those of you looking for a recent update on dad, please read my last post below, “Dad’s Last Hour.” We were summoned to the hospital this morning for what we thought to be Dad’s last moments. Before we got there, he had rallied somewhat and stabilized. Then after a time of family consultation and prayer, we…
Dad’s ‘Last Hour’
There is no change in Dad’s condition. He remains in a vegetative, non-responsive state. From time to time, he runs a fever and his breathing and pulse are labored. They say he is not in pain. We must just wait and pray. My husband had some thoughts to contribute today to my blog as we journey…
‘The Music of His Feet’: More Thoughts on Dad
Cats are stealth. They creep around the house without a sound and sneak up on you–without warning. For some reason, our old Siamese cat, “Promise”–whom we buried in Budapest, Hungary, a few years ago–could be heard walking across the kitchen floor, if you had ears to hear it. It was the kind of soft padding…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 