The hours drag but the days are passing surprisingly and too quickly, as we keep vigil as a family in this time of my father's passing. Two weeks ago Dad was sent home for palliative care, to be kept comfortable only -with no further 'heroic' interventions to be given now. That he is still with us is sheer gift.
Yesterday, he managed to get down soup and chocolate pudding, and lots of jello. He 'surfaces' for even long moments, sometimes for an hour at a time, though he is mostly 'in and out' - groggy because of the morphine and other relaxant medications he receives every four hours.
The staff is attentive, caring, wonderful really.
We play old, favorite Gospel songs and hyms on the CD player by his bedside - hearing again the old, familiar sentiments, now more compelling in this awe-full context. Our family has sung, known, remembered and resonated with the words for decades now; most of the hymns no longer sung in our contemporary and cutting-edge worship services. They belong to another time, it is thought, and seem trite and even banal to many now. Yet, I am amazed how precious seem the words to us as we gather in these hours by Dad's bedside.
Today is his eighty-sixth birthday.
Today is his eighty-sixth birthday.
I am carried back, say, to when I was eight or nine years old age, and Dad is leading the Gospel song-time prior to the evening service at Freeman Gospel Tabernacle, Burlington. The strong and virile man waves his hands and urges the congregation to note well the words of the song. Depending on each's sentiment or teaching, we sing with gusto, or deep feeling, or in full assurance and hope, or in sheer wonder and praise for God's love and care . . .
In shady, cool pastures so rich and so sweet,
God leads His dear children along;
Where the water’s cool flow bathes the weary one’s feet,
God leads His dear children along.
Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,
God leads His dear children along;
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the Blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.