A life well lived
I never knew Roy, Bubba to his sisters, but my path crossed his last night after the surgeons had done all they could do.
A hush came over the surgical waiting room for a moment. Tears slipped down the cheeks of one of Roy’s sisters, and welled up in the eyes of others. The silence broke as the first genteel southern lady spoke up and said: “you did all you could do, thank you. We are well pleased.”
The sisters wanted to visit one last time before Bubba was taken away. We all went in the room together and that is where I first saw Roy, and learned a lot about his life. What a good man he was, faithful, trusting and kind. And most of all, they spoke over and again what a good brother he had been.
It was time to tell his dear wife. She was at home waiting news, as she is recovering from a broken hip. As one would imagine, disbelief and grief overcame her; we prayed.
Pauline suffered a mild heart attack not long after the devastating news and 911 was called. After going back to the hospital, Pauline was sent by helicopter to a hospital better equipped to handle her particular needs. The family, filled with grace and peace comforted her and we prayed.
As we left the hospital I watched her be transported to the odd shaped machine with twirling blades. I couldn’t help but look up to the heavens and ask the Lord one more time to give her peace for the journey. At the same time my thoughts turned to Roy.
A gentle breeze blew threw the parking lot as my husband and I moved toward our car, and peace like a river flooded my soul.
We never know what a day holds. Let us be instant in season and out.
God’s Blessings ~ Debra
see you round the path
