In the days following, the doctors moved Pappy to a regular room until he was “stabilized” enough to make the trip home. One week later, they were surprised that he was still hanging on, although he suffered pain that even morphine could not ease.
At his bedside, I focused on TRUST. Proverbs 3:5 reminded me to “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding,” and I clung to the words of Isaiah 26:4: “Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord is the Rock eternal.” I needed to trust despite not understanding. His love would not fail me. His love would sustain me.
We celebrated on July 2nd. We didn’t just celebrate my grandparents’ 54th wedding anniversary and my 19th birthday.
We celebrated life.
A few days later, we brought him home and adjusted to life as full-time caregivers. Although my family had been down this road before, this time everything was different. He could do nothing for himself, not even move from side to side, and he depended upon us more than ever. Hospice nurses provided supplies, equipment, and loving care for Pappy and strong support for Grammy.
God provided. I just needed to trust.
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