I’d rather it be the other way around
Alison’s more confused and vomiting constantly. We decided to keep her home for as long as possible.
Oddly, ran into someone from the hospital the other day while I was out running an errand.
Him: Mr. McCarthy, how is your wife?
Me: The same. (thinking) Worse.
Him: (pause) I’m sorry. We talk about you two, you know.
Me: You’re all surprised she’s still alive.
Him: (sighing) Yes, that’s true. But also that you both keep fighting.
Me: She keeps fighting. I’m just support staff.
Him: I’ve been doing this over 20 years. Seen a lot of men just put their wives into hospice and move on.
Me: Why would anyone marry anyone if they weren’t in for the full deal?
Him: I dunno, people do. (later) Are you a religious man?
Me: Once thought about being a pastor. A fleeting thought. But I went to and volunteered for church for years.
Him: So you believe in God. You have that to lean on.
Me: I do believe in God, this is true. (pause) I just don’t think he likes my family very much.
Him: (long pause) I don’t know what to say about that.
Me: Nothing to say. My wife’s not even the only one dying. I had two others in my family with terminal illnesses. And that’s not even everything.
Him: (sighing) It’s like Job. (hopefully) He survived.
Me: Yeah. His family didn’t. I’d rather it be other way around. I’m sure he woulda too.
Location: with my family
Music: Stay alive, here we go
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Life gives us blows and we do what we can to survive them
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2 Samuel 12:22 tells of when: David had a kid with his buddy’s wife, killed said buddy, pissed off God, God took David’s son.
Now here’s why I like the story: David’s a wreck while the kid is sick; David won’t eat, won’t sleep, etc. But when the kid finally dies, he picks himself up and begins to live his life again.
When asked why he was such a wreck when the kid was alive but much better when the kid dies, David goes, “When the kid was alive, there was hope that he would live – that God would be gracious to me. But He was not and I can’t change what’s passed. My son can’t come back to me but I can go to him.”
At times, Life brings you to your knees.
Those phone calls you never want to get:
- “It’s about your younger brother…”
- “I’m sorry to have to tell you…”
- “I thought it best that I be the one to tell you…”
Been brought to my knees twice in my life. I’m lucky because it was only twice.
Dreading the next time.
Thought about this because I went to a wake yesterday. It was my second third funeral experience; sadly, I’m sure they’ll be more.
Today is also the 65th and last official anniversary gathering of the Pearl Harbor veterans. And I’ve also been keeping up with the story of CNET editor James Kim; he wasn’t there when I was there but still…
Despite all the ugliness, we move through life with a balance of hope and acceptance. At least we try to.
Location: @2AM, missing someone I barely know
Music: you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking