Wednesday, July 05, 2006
As I write these words, my mother-in-law, Beverly, is being rushed from a convalescent facility back to a hospital emergency room. She was at the facility only two days.
It sounds like congestive heart failure, but I'm getting that info secondhand from Ron, who's following the ambulance in his father's car. His father is with his mother.
Ron says it's not her time... but truthfully, he has no idea. A small part of us might always deny it when it's our parents. He said they have the "do not resuscitate" papers in order.
Please say a prayer for her... for what, I'm not sure. For God's peace, I suppose.
Yes, for God's peace that surpasses all human understanding.