Last Friday my daughter her husband and my grandson flew out to see my parents. She decided to make the trip since hearing of my mom’s declining health. My dad got to meet his great grandson and my daughter’s husband both for the first time. My brother and sister flew in from Colorado for the occasion and by Friday evening it was a full on family gathering of cousins, brothers, sisters, grand children and great grand children.
My cousin’s husband fell gravely ill to Creutzfeldt – Jakob disease and is not expected to live beyond the next 5 weeks so my sister has volunteered to spend a couple of nights with him at the hospice house while my cousin gets her sleep. My dad and brother went to see him Friday night and sat at his bedside with my cousin’s sister who was there that evening. Around 10 pm Friday night the mood became more somber as my daughter and her husband and the grandson overwhelmed with fatigue went to bed. My dad and brother returned home shortly afterwards quietly talking of my cousin’s husband illness.
Saturday arrived at 3:30 am when my grandson awakened to announce his energetic intentions to the world. An hour later eggs were being scrambled bacon was sizzling and the water tank on the Keurig coffee/tea machine needed refilling. Today we will have as many family members that can come to the house for Indonesian food or as my daughter would say “My people food”. We spend most of the morning finishing the prep work on the Satay, Indonesian skewered meat dish, and then put up tables and chairs. Fortunately my one of nieces is bring paper plates which I am thankful for. Soon the families arrive and hugs and kisses are given out ever so generously and the great grand children ran amok as the grand children follow in play. Outside the Satay is sizzling on the grill as my little brother cooks his famous Satay sauce 40 minutes later we are saying grace and 42 minutes later the has food line has formed. Throughout the day there is much talk and laughter as the bond of family grows stronger. One by one the great grand children rub their eyes and hold onto their blankies as fatigue and the need for sleep overwhelm them. The house grows steadily quieter as one by one the families leave to their respective homes.
Early Sunday morning comes quickly as I find myself driving to the airport with my daughter and her family. We say our tearful good bye promising to keep in touch with each other. While driving back home from the airport I think of what I should blog about but I can think of nothing else other than the last 72 hours. I go home and take care of my mom as dad goes off to church. Later my younger brother and dad will go visit my cousin’s husband again.
I did not have anything to write about today so I thought if I just started writing perhaps something would come to mind. When I look back at the last few days I remind myself of the love in family…
34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” John 13:34-35 (NIV)
how blessed I am…
5 Blessed are those whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord their God. Psalm 146:5 (NIV)