Over the last few weeks, I observed my friend, Helen, and her family saying goodbye to their dad. I was surprised how his last journey was so much like my mom's. I saw how the family drew together to make him feel loved and safe, only looking for the better of his remaining days on earth.
For them the nights and days of vigilance lasted longer than the time with my mom. But the time is not as important as the love shown through the journey. I felt as though her journey was connected to my journey, growing in God and love.
My mom ask my sister-in-law Dar, "what should I say to Jesus when I see him". Dar drew deep in her soul and said "tell him you love him". How simple this love, yet how hard it is for some to understand.
I write this for two reason, it brought back memories of my mom's last journey and how blessed I was to travel part way with her, and to highlight Helen and her family for making me know that there are other families so loving and compassionate. They are blessed to have each other.
Great peace came to Charles on Friday, he is well and happy, young and again with his wife. Don't you just love a great ending.