If there were marathons for heart growth and work outs, I’m certain I’d be on in it. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of extreme heart stretching experiences. I watched my daughter (now pushing the threshold of 17 years old), get her own car and start her own job; been on bed rest getting our newest miracle baby here, got our miracle baby here on June 4th at 9:36 a.m., been smitten by all the awe of a newborn and the first time experiencing conception, pregnancy and delivery; tried to balance life for my 11 year old son who’s been a real trooper with all the disruption and changes in the past few weeks, and come home in time to see my dad enter the final stages of his life. Yes, I believe this qualifies as a routine worthy of the title calisthenics of the heart. As my friend said yesterday, 2014 is proving to be a miracle year. I agree completely, and she should know, she’s come back from the brink of death after being hit by a car 4 months ago! Miracles do happen every day, to those who believe in them.
Dad has held on long enough to meet little Jaimee in person. Friday, when we got home he was in good spirits and so happy to meet her:
Saturday afternoon his brothers came for a visit. Sunday his sisters came. Saturday was good, but Sunday he turned fast. He’s been in bed on high doses of pain meds keeping him comfortable since Sunday morning. Monday’s dialysis was out of the question, and that means the end is here. He continues to be made comfortable in his bed with his family surrounding him. Deniene is flying in today and with any luck she’ll get to say goodbye before he goes. Today his lungs are filling with fluid, and we know there’s not much left. Yesterday I took little Jaimee back over for some love:
I think she was coaching him on the process of crossing the veil. We have talked in recent days about my two week hospital stay to get her here, and we’re thinking she had such a long line of people to get through to send her off that it took those two weeks to get passed off through the line up. Now, she’s helping grandpa get ready for the same receiving line. I can’t explain the process or the spiritual feelings and emotions that have been experienced. I can just reiterate, it’s been a marathon workout for this mommy’s heart.
Next week, I’ll get some details posted about Jaimee’s arrival. She is a perfect, petite little thing. She weighed in at 5 lb 15 oz , 19″ long and bless her heart spent no time in the NICU. She’s a miracle. Life is a miracle.