My heart swelled with love
as I saw my Grandma Esther
in her hospital bed.
And then my heart just broke...
Oh, the frailty of the
human body when illness
has assailed it for so long.
We smiled at each other and
I worked my way around the
tubes and machinery to give
her a kiss and a tender hug.
Conversation bordered on impossible
as each attempt brings on an
attack of coughing that rattles
and wears her out.
So we just looked at each other.
Mom, Grandma and Me.
We fixed her pillows.
We gave her tea.
And then when I didn't think
I could hold back the tears
anymore she looked right in
my eyes and said...
"Pray for me!"
I asked if she meant out loud,
right here, right now.
"Yes! Pray for me!"
Well, tears flowed and words
beseeching the Father in behalf
of this dear little lady were
Some time later my Aunt and Uncle
arrived. We were very happy to
see them as they know better how
to sooth Grandma. Her pain was
worse yesterday than it has been
and her breathing more labored.
Aunt Crystal was very concerned.
Finally Grandma fell into a good
sleep so we left her a note and
came "home" for a bite to eat.
Mom, Crystal, my cousin Nate and I
went back later in the evening.
That is what our family does.
What did Grandma do while we sang?
She mouthed the words and lifted
her hands heavenward.
I so wanted to give her a hankie to
wave and to hear her happy whoop.
She was known to get a little blessed
from time to time.
I remember, as a child,
my eyes getting big and
being just a bit scared
the first time I ever
But the blessing is still in there.
Whether she can whoop or holler or not.
Her eyes said it all.
She loves her Jesus!
And He loves His Esther!