If I could save Time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day til Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
These are part of the lyrics from Jim Croce's Time In A Bottle. These are the words that kept running through mind this past week. I actually felt as if time stood still for the five days. All of my family was together in my father's house for potentially the last time. We laughed, cried, and pondered memories that helped us all to progress in our individual journey of loss and mourning. My dad slept most of the time and wrestled with nausea all weekend. When he was up he had a smile and kind thoughtful things to say to all.
It may be hard for those outside of this time capsule to understand what a blessing these five days were for me and my family. I felt such peace once my dad was home. To have all the familiar voices of my childhood surrounding me was comforting to my spirit.
It was difficult to say goodbye to not only my dad but the rest of my family. I kissed my dad (my family is not overly affectionate) on the cheek which I found my self doing repeatedly. We looked each other in the eyes and I felt he was embracing my soul. I told him I would be back every weekend if possible.
Wally and I embraced and cried but never made eye contact for fear that we might not be able to contain our tears.
Today, I went back to work. I really wanted to stay in Tulsa to hold on that time in a bottle that felt like heaven to me. I wrestled with work because I want to think about my dad every moment. I got through it and found myself somewhat productive.
I spoke with mom tonight and found that my dad had a good day today. He had a visit from a nurse who changed his blood thinner and gave him something for his nausea. I hope mom and dad have some peaceful intimate time together to heal any wounds, to bond, and to express their eternal love for one another.
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
Id save every day like a treasure and then,Again,
I would spend them with you...
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