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Bella
By Eduardo Verástegui, Tammy Blanchard, Manny Perez, Ali Landry, Angélica Aragón
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I had just been in a serious discussion with my mom for like 20 minutes, and then at the end we decided to hug goodnight.... then immediately after the hug... I excitedly realized something... and with great enthusiasm and in all seriousness... I looked her straight in the eyes and said.... "I just realized... this.......is some AMAAAZING gum." And the look on her face was priceless. I didn't even realize that it was a random comment until that look. I'd just realized at that moment that I'd been chewing that gum for 4 hours, and it was still satisfying me. And it just happened that I came to that conclusion right at that moment. And after a quick blank stare like: "where in the world did THAT come from?!" she burst out laughing, as well as I about point 5 seconds afterward. |
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| Dad: [makes gross noises with the honey mustard container]
Bobby: Hey, what's going on at that end?
Tina: What end?
Dan: Can you pass me the buns? |
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| It’s been nearly three weeks now that Jinny passed away on April 1st. What happened the last time I was with her on the Thursday prior is something I think is worth sharing. Ever since she'd gone downhill really quickly about a month or so before, I took several opportunities to give her the gospel and urge her to get saved (I don't know if she ever was in her sane years or not). And I figured, the Lord may give her enough grace to at least understand the gospel if it's given to her one last time. So on that Thursday night I didn't know what else to say other than what I had already said time and time before. The last card I had to play was to tell her about a dream that I had two days before. The dream was basically that she had become lucid and in her right mind (as elderly patients often do, shortly before they pass) and that during that time that she was making sense, I gave her the gospel and urged her yet again with all I had in me that she accept Christ. In the dream, however, she rejected, and it turned into a nightmare. It made me very mournful. After I related this dream to her, I said: "I don't know if you understand any of what I'm saying, but if you could give me some indication that you have accepted Him, that would at least give me some peace". Immediately after I said this, she squeezed my hand. Prior to that moment, there had been no responsiveness whatsoever. So...I'm hoping that she understood and that it wasn't just coincidence. I hope to meet this vibrant lady again one day, and get to know what she’s really like. Being with a dementia patient for three years and knowing very little about the real person inside is somewhat like seeing a portrait of an obscure person in history - such as a peasant woman – wishing you knew their story, heartaches, and triumphs, yet having no way to ask them. You piece together any bit of information that you do receive about them and formulate what their life may have been like, imagining their playful and innocent childhood days. This woman was someone’s beloved daughter, sibling, wife, mother, and friend. What affect did she have on this world? What affect did she have on me? I know at least one thing – love is a choice and can be given to someone whether they understand, reciprocate, or appreciate it or not. I pray with all my heart I will see her again, with her new body yet same bright smile. Matt. 22: 23-32 |
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