I find myself in searching for answers to every question only to find more questions unanswered. Maybe by moving them to words in front of me and listening to my thoughts as I formulate them these seemly complex questions will turn into simple answers.
I visited a 92 year old man last week finding him in his room crying for help. As I sat down next to him and talked to him he seem to be comforted as he laid his head on my should and calmly asked for help. I sat with him for about 15 minuets riding the flow of ups and downs until the aid came in and proceeded to put him to bed. As I left the room I ran through my mind some of the words spoken, the I love you, to you need to help me, and I felt sadden at how such a persons life had changed over the several years I had visited him.
This week I returned to visit him only to find a picture on the chair along with a large print Bible and a box of personal belongings. His passing gladden me in that he would not be suffering anymore, but his friendship and kind words I will never be able to replace.
I may have shared time with him but he shared his life with me.