The Final Breath


Dying is our final act of life. It was my privilege to be at my Irishman’s side as he completed his life’s journey; to hold his hand, and simply be there for him and with him when he took his final breath.

Chapter Thirty-Two  –  The Final Breath

Holding Jerry’s hand, and quietly praying, I felt blessed to be in that time and space. As his breaths became fewer and farther between, a feeling of serenity came over me, and I silently urged him to let go, and let God carry him the rest of the way.

Moments before his final breath, a single tear rolled slowly down Jerry’s cheek. I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t imagine a finer farewell. And then he was gone. I took his tear on my finger tip, and mingled it with the tears on my own cheeks as I let go of my Irishman’s hand. It was 11:29 pm. Jerry’s life journey was over, and mine without him had just begun.

“….he has crossed over from death to life” (John 5:24)

Tomorrow  –  Trials and Tribulations  –  A Lesson in Perseverance

Worry-Wart


Worry was a way of life when I was a young mom in a challenging marriage–until I learned to “take it to the Lord in prayer”.  It was a lesson well learned, and although it didn’t save my marriage, it saved my sanity.

Chapter Fifteen  –  Worry Wart

It was the early 1970’s. I had a husband, who for years had no qualms about drinking and driving. It worried me sick as I waited up so many times for him to come safely home from a night out with his buddies.

I also had three teenagers who didn’t always keep to their curfew, causing even more worry. Two younger children brought different kinds of worry. I was a true worry-wart…..

“Therefore I tell you not to worry about your life…(Matthew 6:25)

Tomorrow  –  A Leap of Faith  –  A Lesson in Being Aware

The Invitation to Lunch


This is a short chapter which speaks of deep sadness.

 

Chapter Eight – The Invitation to Lunch

Julia and Margaret talked to each other as they tidied up the kitchen, while Maryanne and I sat gazing at our surroundings, wondering why we were there. The big girls didn’t include us in their conversation, and seemed content just to have us with them. Julia’s wistful smile appeared whenever she looked at me, and she constantly played with my hair.

On the way back to school, Julia held my hand and told me about her little sister. Heather was six years old when she was hit by a car last year. She had long brown hair and hazel eyes……..

 

Tomorrow’s chapter, The Black Sheep, deals with a lesson in feeling different.