The wisdom of a 12 year old and the power of prayer
Friday, April 16, 2010
I have an MRI on my knee this afternoon and I am very excited to see the results. I'm hoping for some answers and solutions to end the pain in my knee and get me back on my regular workouts. I need them if only for the stress relief!!!
Rick is coming home tonight and I feel kind of bad for all the crap that is waiting for him when he gets here. He's going to actually be looking forward to getting back on that plane on Monday. We will likely be spending most of our time at the hospital this weekend and he is going to need to say his goodbye's to my grandfather. His condition is worsening again. My mom and I agree that the best thing to do is to resort to comfort care only. The doctors have agreed that there is no hope. Barring a miracle we will be moving him to hospice on Monday. I can't even put into words how hard it is to watch this unfold. Pop Pop is one of the best friends I have in this life. I talk to him every day. I tell him everything. He has been there for me all my life. I can't stand to see him suffer. On the other hand, the years ahead of me without him just seem so long. I can't stand the thought of not having him in my life.
I am so proud of my 12 year old son. He found the only way to calm him down when he gets upset and to relieve the stress in the room. He just started praying out loud. The room feel silent, my grandfather stopped struggling against the restraints and I could see his lips moving trying to say the prayer. We all joined in. When it all becomes too much, we pray aloud. Over and over again. It's a beautiful thing.