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ArkieDukie wrote:What CB&B, Ozzie, and captmojo said. Also a fine gift to the family. You have a beautiful soul, Cathy.

CathyCA wrote:I just spent part of the afternoon in a hospice facility. My friend Debbie died 14 months ago--some of you may remember that I was with her when she died. Today I went to the hospice to visit her dad who is dying. The family was gathered in his room, keeping vigil. After giving them hugs and telling them that I love them, Debbie's mom, Miss Pearl, asked me if I would like to "talk" with Ed. Ed is non-responsive and in the heavy breathing stage. Talk? How am I going to talk to someone who can't talk back?

So, I sat in the chair beside his bed, I held his hand, and I told him who I was and how much I loved him and Miss Pearl, and how they had led such a lovely life together during their 60 year marriage. I told him that they had raised two wonderful children, and that one of them, Debbie, was waiting for him on the other side. I told him that Pearl would be okay, that she was a strong woman and that there were lots of us who would look out for her, and that it was okay for him to go. I told him that lots of people in church this morning had missed him, and that we had prayed for him, and that the choir had sung a beautiful anthem this morning that he had probably heard before when Debbie was in the choir. I told him again how much I love him, and that I would miss him when he was gone.

Every time I said the name Debbie's name, Mr. Ed squeezed my hand.

In true brotherly fashion, as I was on my way out of the room, Doug said to me, "You know, he's probably afraid that the first person he's going to encounter on the other side is Debbie. She always gave Dad such a hard time. That's why he's hesitating to die." And then we both laughed.

Truvy said in Steel Magnolias, "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." That's my favorite emotion, too. And today, I shared laughter through tears with friends.

When I went out to the car, the sun was shining, so I opened the sunroof and blasted U2's "Beautiful Day" as I drove home. It WAS a beautiful day.

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OZZIE4DUKE wrote:Last time I rooted for them, Joe Willie Namath was the QB!

Very Duke Blue wrote:

CathyCA wrote:I just spent part of the afternoon in a hospice facility. My friend Debbie died 14 months ago--some of you may remember that I was with her when she died. Today I went to the hospice to visit her dad who is dying. The family was gathered in his room, keeping vigil. After giving them hugs and telling them that I love them, Debbie's mom, Miss Pearl, asked me if I would like to "talk" with Ed. Ed is non-responsive and in the heavy breathing stage. Talk? How am I going to talk to someone who can't talk back?

So, I sat in the chair beside his bed, I held his hand, and I told him who I was and how much I loved him and Miss Pearl, and how they had led such a lovely life together during their 60 year marriage. I told him that they had raised two wonderful children, and that one of them, Debbie, was waiting for him on the other side. I told him that Pearl would be okay, that she was a strong woman and that there were lots of us who would look out for her, and that it was okay for him to go. I told him that lots of people in church this morning had missed him, and that we had prayed for him, and that the choir had sung a beautiful anthem this morning that he had probably heard before when Debbie was in the choir. I told him again how much I love him, and that I would miss him when he was gone.

Every time I said the name Debbie's name, Mr. Ed squeezed my hand.

In true brotherly fashion, as I was on my way out of the room, Doug said to me, "You know, he's probably afraid that the first person he's going to encounter on the other side is Debbie. She always gave Dad such a hard time. That's why he's hesitating to die." And then we both laughed.

Truvy said in Steel Magnolias, "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." That's my favorite emotion, too. And today, I shared laughter through tears with friends.

When I went out to the car, the sun was shining, so I opened the sunroof and blasted U2's "Beautiful Day" as I drove home. It WAS a beautiful day.

Very touching, thank you for sharing. God love us.

CathyCA wrote:

Very Duke Blue wrote: Very touching, thank you for sharing. God love us.

Thank you, VDB.

I just got a call that Ed died this evening. I am so grateful that I listened to that still small voice that told me to go visit him this afternoon.

CameronBornAndBred wrote:

CathyCA wrote:

Very Duke Blue wrote: Very touching, thank you for sharing. God love us.

Thank you, VDB.

I just got a call that Ed died this evening. I am so grateful that I listened to that still small voice that told me to go visit him this afternoon.

I don't believe in destiny..we all make our own way by our own decisions. But I do appreciate how some events seem to happen they way they do and when they do for a reason. This would be one of those.

CathyCA wrote:I just spent part of the afternoon in a hospice facility. My friend Debbie died 14 months ago--some of you may remember that I was with her when she died. Today I went to the hospice to visit her dad who is dying. The family was gathered in his room, keeping vigil. After giving them hugs and telling them that I love them, Debbie's mom, Miss Pearl, asked me if I would like to "talk" with Ed. Ed is non-responsive and in the heavy breathing stage. Talk? How am I going to talk to someone who can't talk back?

So, I sat in the chair beside his bed, I held his hand, and I told him who I was and how much I loved him and Miss Pearl, and how they had led such a lovely life together during their 60 year marriage. I told him that they had raised two wonderful children, and that one of them, Debbie, was waiting for him on the other side. I told him that Pearl would be okay, that she was a strong woman and that there were lots of us who would look out for her, and that it was okay for him to go. I told him that lots of people in church this morning had missed him, and that we had prayed for him, and that the choir had sung a beautiful anthem this morning that he had probably heard before when Debbie was in the choir. I told him again how much I love him, and that I would miss him when he was gone.

Every time I said the name Debbie's name, Mr. Ed squeezed my hand.

In true brotherly fashion, as I was on my way out of the room, Doug said to me, "You know, he's probably afraid that the first person he's going to encounter on the other side is Debbie. She always gave Dad such a hard time. That's why he's hesitating to die." And then we both laughed.

Truvy said in Steel Magnolias, "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." That's my favorite emotion, too. And today, I shared laughter through tears with friends.

When I went out to the car, the sun was shining, so I opened the sunroof and blasted U2's "Beautiful Day" as I drove home. It WAS a beautiful day.

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lawgrad91 wrote:

CathyCA wrote:I just spent part of the afternoon in a hospice facility. My friend Debbie died 14 months ago--some of you may remember that I was with her when she died. Today I went to the hospice to visit her dad who is dying. The family was gathered in his room, keeping vigil. After giving them hugs and telling them that I love them, Debbie's mom, Miss Pearl, asked me if I would like to "talk" with Ed. Ed is non-responsive and in the heavy breathing stage. Talk? How am I going to talk to someone who can't talk back?

So, I sat in the chair beside his bed, I held his hand, and I told him who I was and how much I loved him and Miss Pearl, and how they had led such a lovely life together during their 60 year marriage. I told him that they had raised two wonderful children, and that one of them, Debbie, was waiting for him on the other side. I told him that Pearl would be okay, that she was a strong woman and that there were lots of us who would look out for her, and that it was okay for him to go. I told him that lots of people in church this morning had missed him, and that we had prayed for him, and that the choir had sung a beautiful anthem this morning that he had probably heard before when Debbie was in the choir. I told him again how much I love him, and that I would miss him when he was gone.

Every time I said the name Debbie's name, Mr. Ed squeezed my hand.

In true brotherly fashion, as I was on my way out of the room, Doug said to me, "You know, he's probably afraid that the first person he's going to encounter on the other side is Debbie. She always gave Dad such a hard time. That's why he's hesitating to die." And then we both laughed.

Truvy said in Steel Magnolias, "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." That's my favorite emotion, too. And today, I shared laughter through tears with friends.

When I went out to the car, the sun was shining, so I opened the sunroof and blasted U2's "Beautiful Day" as I drove home. It WAS a beautiful day.

What a kind thing for you to do, Cathy. I know Debbie is smiling down on you.

lawgrad91 wrote:Prayers for Mr. Ed's family. Even when a loved one is very, very ill, it is hard when they are gone.