A MOMENT OF GRACE. Pt. 4

Two hours after we laid our heads on our pillows,

…our phone rang (again).

And without any attempt at sacrilege, the words to that old song express it well,

… Second verse, same as the first

“Your mother is unresponsive. Her respiration is coming fast and furious. Please come.”

We, as a family, had been granted a moment of grace in which our comatose, unresponsive mother, accompanied by all those morbid symptoms, awakened from what seemed almost imminent death, and communed with her family a final time.

A moment of grace. How could one characterize it any differently?

Later that afternoon my mother finally yielded herself to the One who loved her, and gave Himself for her.

I think it speaks volumes about the constitution of my father that he summoned up the wherewithal to set his own personal distance record; on his last day this side of eternity. 

I think it speaks volumes about the constitution of my mother, a woman who had experienced just short of 50 (count ‘em, 50) minor to major maladies, since she’d maintained residence in that facility, but in all of it, she somehow summoned up the wherewithal to battle her way out of what seemed almost certain death; to give each of us the momentary gift of her presence.

By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from "(Mc)Donald's Daily Diary" Vol. 28. Copyright pending

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