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Witnessing a Precious Moment

It has been a long while since I have even thought about blogging.  My days are filled with caring for my elderly father.  Really it is not a lot of hands on other than meals, coffee, and seeing to his well-being.  

We were told late summer he was in the early stages of dementia.  Things I chalked up to old age...he is 89...and being tired were really the early stages of dementia.  The person who "told" us was not the most compassionate person or told in a way that was too kind.  Not that she was being ugly...I think it is just her personality.  Nevertheless, it was somewhat of a shock.  Looking back I guess we may had thought it was a possibility, but now we know.

One of our daughters lives with my dad.  Nice to know that we have someone who is there in the overnight hours.  I take the day and stay with him until my daughter comes home from work, or sister comes over.  He is declining.  

Early this morning...about 4:30 am...I was reviewing the camera from the night and earlier morning hours.  About midnight my father makes his way down stairs.  He spends about 5 minutes going through a stack of magazines and papers he has on a side table.  I have no idea of what he could be searching for, but this was "new" in doing this.  He then turned his attention to the shelf of the side table and pulled out his Bible.  Reading the Word was not unusual for him in his "better" days.  But as of the summer it was not usual.  He sat in his chair and spent the next hour and forty minutes reading the Bible.

He will never know I witnessed this precious moment, nor will he remember reading the Bible when he should have been sleeping.  But I am thankful that I was able to share this little part of his night with him.

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Who puts a band-aid on my knee?
Who holds me close so tenderly?
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There’s no one like mother.

Who always wipes my tears away?
Who tells me I’ll be great some day?
Who cares in such a gentle way?
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My mother’s gentle love, my mother’s gentle love
Has taught me of God’s tender care, and turned my eyes above.
I’ll bless her all my days for all her gentle ways.
Oh, how I thank my Lord above for my mother’s gentle love.



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