Life has a way of humbling you, and the past couple of weeks have reinforced that. My father, now approaching his eighties suffered a massive heart attack in his early 50's, and never recovered from it. It left him debilitated, unable to work, unable to do many of the outdoor hobbies he loved. His heart has an ejection rate of less than 20%, think of how your car would run with a fuel pump operating like that. He spends most days, resting and sleeping...and fighting bouts of pnuemonia. One wonders how many more times he can pull him self up off the canvas to go another round. It is humbling to see him like this, this hulk of a man that used to lift four boys, two in each arm...who loved to hunt and fish. He was the hunter gatherer who fed and provided for, and protected his family. I was over to visit, and spend the weekend with him on Fathers day. Talking with my mother, wondering in her age how much longer she can provide the care he needs. The adjustment of moving him into an extended care facility, the thought of not sharing a bed after 58 years of marriage. So I've been dealing with that.
Also my youngest daughter Ashley graduates from high school tomorrow, so it has been busy trying to keep up with this young lady as she prepares for her day. It's hard to beileve, its seems it was just days ago she headed off to kindegarten with lunch box. I miss those days.
I also have my inlaws out from the prairies to celebrate Ashley's grad. My father inlaw's memory is bad, really bad. We were shopping the other day, buying groceries we had just put the last item in the cart and my father inlaw proceded to head out the exit door into the parking lot. Minutes later he was confronted by store staff, as to why he hadn't paid for the groceries. We did clear it up, paid the bill and had a good laugh. He needs to be watched closely, he gets lost very easily.
Life is precious, it is beautiful, every moment a blessing...I am humbled by it. It has been a crazy, busy couple of weeks...not much time to blog. But God has revealed much, through the eyes, the faces, the words and touch of this family He has blessed me with. It is a strange transition from child care...to care giver. Thanks to those who e-mailed, and commented as to my where abouts, and asking if all was well.