It's been a while. Sorry about that. My uncle is still alive and vascillating inbetween "It's the poor service here that'll kill me and not whatever disease I have got..." to "Yes, I understand I am dying..." What a dilemma eh? For going on five months now! I can't hardly believe it...but for SOME reason(s), God still obviously chooses to leave my uncle stickin' around....
Since my last post...I have seen my uncle more often that I would have originally cared to (ever in my life, forget about now during his "rehab" experience!). For example, like the night I brought our daughter (now 25) to see him with me after Thanksgiving dinner (with a plate of food in tow/fork/napkin and can of pop). Food had already been chopped up into bite-size pieces before we left the house...and everything was "ready to go". My uncle hadn't seen our daughter in about a year......so I thought it would be good for us to go together without my husband (my uncle probably would have fell over if we "all" showed up together! LOL!).
Needless to say, once we got there--my uncle was actually very cordial as best as he could be considering my daughter's presence. I fed him dinner as our daughter tried to engage him in conversation between bites. We then "drove" him to the waiting area...and then over to the dining room...before taking him back to his room. I actually felt like we were back to the late 80s and early 90s when my uncle would come at various holidays we hosted. He didn't say much (at all!) during his visits with my aunt...but he always smiled as if he were having the time of his life. This is what I saw again in rehab that Thanksgiving night. Uncle B was actually able to re-create and maintain a social facade he had created for himself going back many more years than I know I am alive. Which was fine and I accept it.
Yet in the end....he has to decide who he's been workin' for all these years he's lived on earth. And I am concerned that he doesn't quite "get" the depth of that particular spiritual truth at this point in time. This is where I imagine the truth of the saying "Time will tell.." originates.
Have a blessed and peace-filled holiday season!
Since my last post...I have seen my uncle more often that I would have originally cared to (ever in my life, forget about now during his "rehab" experience!). For example, like the night I brought our daughter (now 25) to see him with me after Thanksgiving dinner (with a plate of food in tow/fork/napkin and can of pop). Food had already been chopped up into bite-size pieces before we left the house...and everything was "ready to go". My uncle hadn't seen our daughter in about a year......so I thought it would be good for us to go together without my husband (my uncle probably would have fell over if we "all" showed up together! LOL!).
Needless to say, once we got there--my uncle was actually very cordial as best as he could be considering my daughter's presence. I fed him dinner as our daughter tried to engage him in conversation between bites. We then "drove" him to the waiting area...and then over to the dining room...before taking him back to his room. I actually felt like we were back to the late 80s and early 90s when my uncle would come at various holidays we hosted. He didn't say much (at all!) during his visits with my aunt...but he always smiled as if he were having the time of his life. This is what I saw again in rehab that Thanksgiving night. Uncle B was actually able to re-create and maintain a social facade he had created for himself going back many more years than I know I am alive. Which was fine and I accept it.
Yet in the end....he has to decide who he's been workin' for all these years he's lived on earth. And I am concerned that he doesn't quite "get" the depth of that particular spiritual truth at this point in time. This is where I imagine the truth of the saying "Time will tell.." originates.
Have a blessed and peace-filled holiday season!