I had decided that I was not going to visit Gary Scott Golden today...I was there again last night and it was another visit in a darkened room at the end of the hall, no TV noise, no conversation...just a very deep sleep. I wanted to go to worship, be with my church family and my son, sing praises to God and just come home to focus on Christmas dinner. Then I got a call at the end of service and I expected the worst. It was Scotts StepMom but with a different kind of news: the hospice nurse called to tell them he seemed to be having a better day, that he was somewhat alert and that this might be a good time, a last time to see him this way. I went to the store and was even going to traverse home another route because I just wanted a one day break from sadness. I found myself heading back down N Second St, knowing that I couldnt drive down this street without making that detour to East Ridge Drive. Please Come Home For Christmas by The Eagles was playing and I thought I just dont want to go in to day. I pulled into the lot, waited for the song to finish and immediately Center Field came on. I cranked up my radio and lifted my voice, transporting back to baseball days 1985 with my 10 year old son and our first trip together to see the Cubs and Padres. For 3 minutes I forgot where I was but that song ended and I had to get out of that car to once again walk down that hallway. When I got to the door, I heard a little noise and saw some light. I peered around...Scott was looking right at me, TV on and lights full on. He is barely coherent but he always says softly Hi Jan and tries to reach to hug. I showed and read him his cards, we have one-sided conversations but we communicate. His nurse came in with her phone and said shall we call his Mom. She placed the call, put it on speaker and my sister Jo said Hi Scott..how are you today? I looked at Scott and heard him softly, softly whisper Hi Mom. I witnessed Humility in its greatest form through the wonderful medical care, often given without thanks. I felt Gods hand through music and song to lift my spirits and I witnessed parenting in its simplest but most profound form. My feet may be weary and my heart filled with sadness, but my spirit is overflowing with gratitude for...maybe moments in time.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 21:25:35 +0000