The Last Supper

January 10, 2021…

It was a surprise snowy Sunday. Such a peaceful, slow snow. We both sat in the hospital room, mesmerized by the twinkling flakes.

You woke that morning, panicked… struggling to catch your breath, no energy to reposition in bed, the reality of death knocking sent you into panic.

Nurse Chuck… sweet Nurse Chuck… whose humanity recognized your need to be with me. I was allowed, through red tape, to sit with you five hours that day. The last five hours we got together with talking and seeing and consciousness.

You recognized the knock of death, and were full of thankfulness for the life you were given. I suspected death was lurking, and I asked that if you had to leave, that God would take you quickly and painlessly. But that day as dinner was served, we said goodbye, chat later, you’ll be coming home soon, as if there were many more days ahead. A kiss… a hug… and I walked out as you ate. Then so like me, I made the lonely trek to my car, only to then realize that I left my phone in your room.  Frustrated with myself, but now recognizing that God was giving me one final encounter, I trudged back. As I finally left your room, I will always remember you sitting up, watching tv, and lifting a bite to your mouth. You enjoyed your last supper.

Oh my love, what a suspenseful ordeal followed as you were intubated that night, never to speak to me again. I trust that God protected you from the pain of your final weeks. You did have to go… God took you quickly.

Goodbye my dear; I as well, am so thankful that God brought you into my life. We were such a good fit for walking this life together. I just didn’t know that would be our last day… if I did, I never would have walked out that door. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for your panicked ordeal that night.

Goodbye my dear… I love you…

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