Myrtle Beach, SC
Two weeks ago this morning, they told my Uncle that he would have only six months to live. He passed away last night at 7:00. My Grandmother was sitting beside him, as he started the "death rattle" that she's heard so many times before. She called the family into the room, and as they were coming in, the phone rang. It was the Hospice nurse, calling to check up on things. (She had started calling instead of staying because she saw all of the family around and all of the loving care that was given to him each and every moment of the day and night.) She arrived 5 minutes later, checked on him, and quietly closed the bedroom door behind her, leaving my family to be with him. We gathered hands and made a circle around his bed, and started a prayer of thanksgiving, a prayer of peace and love for my Uncle. With each breath he struggled to take, we continued with prayer, each person took turns, one by one, praying. On the last prayer, from the last person, just before everyone said Amen...we heard him take his last breath. Our circle of family got smaller, but in our faith and love, it became stronger. He will be cremated, we'll have a short memorial service, and we will all go to the beach, spread half of his ashes off the Cherry Grove pier, and the other half will be spread over the Waccamaw River. How fitting your poem was, LR. We know he was met by alot of family and friends as he joined our Lord in heaven.
Your words have always brought me comfort and strength, and I will always be thankful that God sent me a beautiful and caring friend to be here for me when I need him.
Thank you, LR
[This message has been edited by Carolina (07-31-2003 03:20 PM).]