The Clock and God’s Holy Will

29 04 2009

I never know what God will ask of me each day.  I just have to do whatever it is.  Simple as that.

Early in the week, my  husband called the clock repair man and made an appointment for him to come out and look at our grandfather clock.  My husband dearly loved his clocks and took great pride in them.  The big one wasn’t keeping correct time and he was happy that he had finally found someone to work on it.  Meanwhile, he went for his regular heart checkup on Tuesday.  They found something to be concerned about and he was told to come to the hospital on Wednesday  for further tests. He reminded me once again to be sure to be home when the clock repair man came next Saturday.   He wanted his clock fixed.

He checked into the hospital.  They ran the tests and determined he needed surgery.  On Friday afternoon, he finally had the surgery. I left the hospital that evening to go home and take care of my retarded daughter.  I called about midnight and the nurse said my husband was doing fine.  I called again early on Saturday morning and the nurse said he was not doing well.  I called  my two sons and asked them to go to the hospital early to check on their father.  I would get there as soon as I could.

The clock repair man came at 9, repaired the clock and  left about 9:45. I was to take my retarded daughter to the babysitters at 10. I had promised my retarded daughter that if she was good while the man repaired the clock, we would stop at the drive-in and pick up a treat.  I pulled into the parking slot at the drive-in and ordered her treat.  My cell phone rang and I answered.  My son said, ‘Mom, Dad is gone.  You need to say if you want them to intubate him.’  I answered, ‘Can they do it just one time  so he is alive until I can get there?’  My son answered, ‘No.’ I said, ‘Then I don’t want it done.  I want him to be at peace.  He was too good a man to do that to him.’ My son said,’Then you have to tell the doctor.’ The doctor came on the phone and I told him the same thing.  I said, ‘My husband was too good a man.  I want him to die peacefully.’ He answered ‘Yes Ma’am’ And that was that.

Our order was delivered.  I took my daughter to the babysitters house.  Then I called the local Priest  and left word that my husband had died. I then drove the 20 miles to the hospital. My son was waiting for me outside and took me to my husband’s room.  My other son was waiting in the hospital room with his Dad’s body. I sat down in a chair beside  my husband’s bed and held his hand until he was no longer warm.  Our daughter came to the hospital after being called by her brothers.   The local Priest arrived in a short time.  We all said the proper prayers together. Then my sons took me home.

My husband and I had a very good life together. We raised a nice family and did all the things people do in their lives.

That is what God asked of me that particular day. Perhaps I could have changed something about that day, but I doubt it.  I did what I thought was right.  I never have had second thoughts about what might have, could have, or would have been. My husband was very ill and did not know if I was there or not when he died.  He was comfortable.  And I knew he was at peace.  Besides, the act of dying is something everyone does alone.  I could  hold his hand, but he actually went on his journey to God alone.

And so I continue each day to ask God ‘What would You have me to do for You today’?  And then I try to take each issue as it comes along and do the best I can. Hopefully, I will do the right thing.

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29 04 2009
David

My thoughts are with you. God bless.

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