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…
Tag: Self Disclosure
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…
Update on Dad
Wayne just phoned from the hospital to give the report of the most recent brain scan. It seems that the bleeding in the brain has stopped. One doctor felt that Dad responded this morning slightly when he asked him to put “thumbs up!” Yesterday, he was completely non-responsive–not in a coma–rather a restless, dreamlike state….
haiku: scarlet leaf
A scarlet leaf stains my parched lips and quenches what is thirsty in me.
Solitude’s Sweet Cup
I wrote this poem in New England. We stayed a couple of nights in Kennebunkport. Our hotel was close to the beach. One morning I arose at dawn and walked to the ocean. After an hour of drinking in the seaside beauty and the solitude, I wrote this poem. Its memory is still vivid and its…
100 Simple Things (just the first ten)
“Sunset at Sea” by Monet 1) I love art and get lost in it, could study one great piece for hours. The best art is metaphorical like this piece by Monet. What metaphor do you see in this? 2) I don’t like peas or lima beans. I stuffed them in my pockets as a kid, so…
Fourteen Honest Things
Fourteen honest things about myself: 1) I am a morning person. I am totally energized in the morning–up early, chatty, full of ideas, working, busy, happy, productive, creative, and annoying. I am in fifth gear when everyone else is still in neutral. It takes love and patience to be with me in the mornings if you are…
haiku: The Future
Tomorrow is what I cannot see, its image is dark in the day.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 