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Monday, September 18, 2006

Family Hotel Weekend


It's true that we didn't know what to expect this weekend. And still, it didn't go the way we thought. On Friday, instead of checking Ken into the hotel at 3:00 pm, we instead admitted him back into HSC. To honour him and his daughters, we went ahead with the hotel idea, needing to spend time in one anothers company in any case. That was healing - just being together, sharing information,some tears, snippets of conversation, food, and quite a few laughs.

Ken's symptoms now indicate liver failure, to the point of forgetfulness and disorientation. His colour is remarkably yellow. I found my mischevious mind particles wondering what eloquent name Martha Stewart would come up with for such a colour-- Autumnal Pumpkin? Ill-beyond-belief-palour? It gave me pleasure to know that if Ken were quite himself, he would find humour in such irreverence. But, as it was, the mere act of opening his eyes and whispering a few words exhausted him.

Amongst the living and the dying, there was one unifying theme: Love. And I saw many elements of how Jesus himself described love:

Love never gives up.

Love cares more for others than for self.

Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.

Love doesn't strut,

Doesn't have a swelled head,

Doesn't force itself on others,

Isn't always "me first,"

Doesn't fly off the handle,

Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,

Doesn't revel when others grovel,

Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,

Puts up with anything,

Trusts God always,

Always looks for the best,

Never looks back,

But keeps going to the end.

Love never dies.

6 comments:

Laura said...

Wow. "Love never dies" A good thing that never dies. Something good to occupy my mind with today. Loved your Martha Stewart colors.

esther said...

amen sista!!

Cherrypie said...

I must remember your hankie trick before checking in here. The day I have one handy is surely the day you don't make my eyes overflow.

Ruth said...

yes.
that is truth.
that is true beauty.

lettuce said...

Love from me to you.
If thats possible, as I don't know you.

Homo Escapeons said...

Irreverence is a fabulous way to poke Life in the eye and say,
"I know you are but what am I?"