My Favorite
“The memory of the righteous is blessed, But the name of the wicked will rot.”
Proverbs 10:7
I couldn’t believe it. My “favorite” hospice patient had passed. He had been sick well over two years, so I knew it was coming. But, I wasn’t ready.
Now I know that we are supposed to treat all folks equally, loving them and giving them excellent care.
But, you know as well as I do that some have a special place in your heart.
For most of the last two years, I would wake up on a Tuesday morning with the thought that I was going to get to see my “favorite.”
My “favorite” and his wife were the type that made you feel welcome. Down to earth folks.
We would meet at “the shop”, a place where he used to work on tractors, lawn mowers and cars.
He used to go down there every morning in his power chair. (His wife often wondered what the hurry was for him to go down there!) He would get the coffee brewing and a fire going in the wood stove if it was chilly. The TV would be tuned to a Western or classic TV show, with the volume turned down. Then, he would turn on the radio for some old time country music.
He then reclined in his lift chair.
It was in this setting that we had many enjoyable visits, the time going by fast, and the feeling that you just wanted to stay longer.
I had the privilege of sharing this at his funeral yesterday. It helped me to relate the story I just told you. In fact, telling you this story now gives me a sense of peace. Perhaps closure.
If you are missing someone, tell the story of what they mean to you. It doesn’t matter if it’s on paper, out loud, in a poem or a painting.
Keep their memory alive!
May the LORD grant you His peace.
“Now may the Lord of peace Himself continually grant you peace in every circumstance. The Lord be with you all!”
2 Thessalonians 3:16
