Just letting everyone know things here are really nice. My brother and sister-in-law came in today to spend a couple of days with me. Tonight we all sat after dinner....and talked..and laughed...and talked and laughed.......just like we always do. Weve made promises to one another that now, we MUST take time to keep in touch more than we do.....because time gets shorter every day. We spoke on the phone to our dear cousin Rosemary....who seemed to need a lil pick-me up. We both spoke to her at length....and afterwards...we ended our conversation in laughter, along with the same promise to stay better in touch. Cleves friend and co-worker Paul Hubbard, called today to tell me wonderful stories of how much the people at Hospice are contacting him to console one another over the loos of their friend. I always knew this was the case with Cleve and the people he worked with, but knowing this makes me think I didnt know as much as I thought I did. They loved him and are not holding back in their expressions of it. That does my heart good. I related to Paul something that I havent here, but think I should. As so many of you already know.......Cleve was on the computer , making fun...and making people laugh 18 hours before his passing (Pardon me here...but Im thinking..AMAZING!) Later that day....when his body began its shut down, and the confusion began to take its toll, Cleve STILL.....had moments of clarity...in which he would make perfect sense...then slip back into confusion once again. The last task he completed on his own was walking to the bathroom with his walker. I was standing close by in case he needed me, but wasnt looking when he took his fall to the floor. As I reached him....I asked..Have you hurt yourself? To wish he was giggling slightly, answering ..No....but Im going to have to have some help getting to my knees. I stepped over him..and getting down in the floor with him, tried to assist him up, but found out very quickly that his legs no longer seemed to work, they could not support his weight any longer. I got behind him and began the task of lifting him from the floor...while at the same time, the confusion returned. Knowing I needed to get him back to his chair in the living room.......I found the strength to hoist him back onto the seat of his rolling walker, and rolled him into the living room and his lounge chair. Knowing I would have to lift him again.....I leaned over , put his arms around my neck, and began to lift. Just as I got him to a postion where I could begin to pivot him back into the chair, his head was on my left shoulder....and he turned his head..and sang into my ear......Put your head on my shoulder...and giggled. Those were the last coherent words I heard my brother speak. Even there....with death quickly overtaking him......he wanted to make me laugh......which I did.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 03:50:50 +0000
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