A Conspiracy of Angels It’s 4am on Tuesday morning and I’m bedside with our friend Peter. I’ve finally been able to let go of his hand without him bolting out of precious slumber. Just watched this and whoa: youtube/watch?v=FbJXwG-1Oy4 Pete loved the Ramones before CBGB even knew they existed. Apparently Bono loved ‘em too. I loved this song because of my brother, so does Pete. I need to say something about postings from ICU. We all (y’all) can’t be here right now in an ICU in Georgia, for so many practical and other reasons. We all wouldn’t even fit in this tiny room. But you see, months ago an angel somewhere decided, “hmm, Pete and Sheila had ought to reconnect right about now”, and he’s here – they’re here – together now. Fast forward to last week, and in an equally unexplained manner, a blank spot appeared in my stupidly busy schedule that said to me, “perhaps I had ought to get on a plane”. Pete, Sheila and I have spoken about this – and believe we were all meant to be here in this moment for Peter. We’re also convinced that many folks upstairs – Greg, Dennis, Jack, Linda, Terry, Jeff and others moved a whole lotta pieces on the chessboard, each of which led to this time. I’ve been in the birthing room for the miraculous delivery of each of my four incredible sons. Being here in this room now, as Pete’s soul is prepared for its delivery is no less miraculous. I’d be lying if I told you he is fearless or unfazed. He vacillates between being momentarily frightened and his resolute faith in God’s welcoming arms reaching for him. In our witnessing this we are simply ALL OF YOU, your eyes and your ears – all of us walking Peter to the banks of the river together. With that said… Peter had a pretty good day Sunday. He was alert and even ornery at times. I think I’d be feeling a bit ornery as well, given the same circumstance. Glancing at the monitor over his shoulder however, you can watch him surrender just a little bit at a time… his saturation rate giving up a few points in the course of the day, and arrhythmic heart rates appearing with increasing frequency. Pete’s now sleeping comfortably and so must I. 11am Tuesday I slept on the floor in Pete’s room again last night. He woke me calling my name around 9am. He had removed all of his oxygen and was adamant, “I gotta get outta here, I gotta go”. He was disoriented and confused. We spoke about letting go and reassured one another on matters of faith, and all those who were waiting for him on the other side. I held him in bed and sang a Grateful Dead version of “we bid you goodnight” with him until he fell back to sleep. Shortly after that, the day nurse came in and reattached his O2, and a bit after that he was back among the living, more alert and ready for coffee. His status now is pretty much on par with yesterday. I’m figuring out that this dying thing isn’t quite like a movie on the lifetime channel. It is fits ‘n starts, steps forward and steps backward. As Pete said a little while ago, “I didn’t plan on being here but, it’s His plan not mine”. Amen. enjoy the video. Sean
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 15:53:21 +0000
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