Nathan
called to let me know my Class A fire department uniform had been delivered and
was at station 5. I’ve been waiting a
long time for that delivery. If I
remember correctly it was sometime in September when it was ordered. Six months.
Quite a long delivery time, isn’t it?
I hope they do better with the fire fighters’ orders. The uniform fits pretty well. Now all I need is my hat and all the hardware
that goes with the uniform. I’m not
completely sure what all that includes.
I think it’s things like badges for the coat and hat, lapel pins for the
coat and shirt, and name pins for the coat and shirt. It was really good to spend those few minutes
at the station. I’m still kind of in awe
that they asked me to serve as chaplain.
The guys there gave me a brief respite from all the intensity that is my
world right now, kind of like when Chris was able to take a walk. Their crazy world
helped me to take a deep breath or two away from mine. Thanks, Station 5, for letting me hang out
for a few minutes.
While
I was gone, two aides from hospice came by to help bathe Mom. They also brought along some hospital gowns
and even a lap quilt for her. They were
all made by hand for hospice patients.
And they were pretty nice looking, too.
Chris chose to start with the one that had the most of Mom’s favorite
color, pink. I know. Not my choice by any means. But it sure looks good on her, especially
after that drab hospital green one she came home in.
We
had a few visitors yesterday. Nathan
came by and had lunch with us (thanks again for the spaghetti, Alice). Betty Head and her daughter Liz came by as
well. Liz is Mom’s goddaughter. They brought some chicken salad and fettuchini
chicken alfredo (Whatever that is. We haven’t
tried it yet, but the salad is great). They
also brought some watermelon, so Chris was in hog heaven. That’s an all-time favorite of hers. Stan came by for a while, too, and brought us
some Dr Peppers. And I have to admit, it’s
hard to beat DP’s.
Psalms
4:1 says, “Answer me when I call to you, O
my righteous God. Give me relief from my
distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer.”
Father,
I know the distress we feel is normal and that you will bring us through to the
joy on the other side when Mom is finally released into your presence. Thank for the brief periods of respite on
this side as well. They really
help. Amen.
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