Sunday, November 25, 2007

Out of the Overflow of the Heart

The Mouth Speaks

Or so the saying goes.

I had the great privileged to be with my grandfather in some of his most coherent final moments. He was in great pain and considerable discomfort and yet nearly all that passed his lips was complimentary and kind. His granddaughters were told how lovely they were (particularly the blue eyes). His nurses were all "kind" and "caring." His doctor was "a good man." His great-grandson was a treasure (even when he kicked Grandpa in his hurting gut). He talked about how lucky he was and how lucky my dad is. He talked about how special times were with us growing up.

In my memory, my grandfather was never particularly sentimental. He didn't express love so much, except upon departure (and that only in our later years, I think). He wasn't touchy feely. But in his last days, you've never seen a kinder, more gentle man. I am so blessed to have been a part of it.

2 comments:

Theresa said...

((HUGS)) I'm glad you have some sweet memories of those final moments. You are in my prayers!

Nurse Boy said...

Jamie,
One of my most powerful memories in my profession is time spent with a dying man. I felt sorry that it was me as his final comforter and not a loved one. It is a testimony to the man and his family that so many of you spent time with him in his final days.