An early night...not...
Yesterday i seriously thought i was going to have an early night. Come home after class in unimas, have dinner ( pineapple in sambal belachan) at my in-law's and then go home to a peaceful home and get ready for bed and get in bed, pull the comforter up to my neck and fall into the deppest slumber... Boy, I was sooo wrong.
Up to having dinner was fine but dinner didn't last long. I got a call from one of the younger girls in church. You see, her dad survived a stroke just earlier in the day, he underwent surgery but his condition didn't stabilize. At about 7.30pm (when I got the call) I found out through sobs about her father having suddernly taken a bad turn and had to be revived. Dinner came and dinner stayed ... I left with Andee.
I don't usually like going to hospitals, but I was needed, and I believe that when you really need strength, God gives it to you.
All the way, I was wondering what I should say to someone who is clarly losing her father. I can't tell her he'll be fine. I'll be telling a lie. I can't tell her the truth, it will absolutely rip her to pieces.
Sadly, when we arrived, he had just gone.
All I could do was to provide her with a shoulder. And her sister. I didn't have to say anything or do anything. I just had hold her and tell her that things won't be bad. And just let her cry. It was not a good experience for me. But at the same time, when I think about it, I am quite happy that I went through the whole thing. Besides being educated on the procedures on taking the deceased home from the hopital and the amount of paper work involved, I also discovered my inner strength when it come to matters such as these. I now know how to discern who needs what more than I. In this case, Guin and her family needed much more emotional support from me than the amount of emotional support I needed from Andee ( my husband) because I was doing something I was not used to.
Life is so unpredictable. I met her dad for the first time in my life on Sunday after church. And on Tuesday, I wasn't going to meet him ever again. Strange, isn't it?
Oh well, dinner resumed at 11pm.
Up to having dinner was fine but dinner didn't last long. I got a call from one of the younger girls in church. You see, her dad survived a stroke just earlier in the day, he underwent surgery but his condition didn't stabilize. At about 7.30pm (when I got the call) I found out through sobs about her father having suddernly taken a bad turn and had to be revived. Dinner came and dinner stayed ... I left with Andee.
I don't usually like going to hospitals, but I was needed, and I believe that when you really need strength, God gives it to you.
All the way, I was wondering what I should say to someone who is clarly losing her father. I can't tell her he'll be fine. I'll be telling a lie. I can't tell her the truth, it will absolutely rip her to pieces.
Sadly, when we arrived, he had just gone.
All I could do was to provide her with a shoulder. And her sister. I didn't have to say anything or do anything. I just had hold her and tell her that things won't be bad. And just let her cry. It was not a good experience for me. But at the same time, when I think about it, I am quite happy that I went through the whole thing. Besides being educated on the procedures on taking the deceased home from the hopital and the amount of paper work involved, I also discovered my inner strength when it come to matters such as these. I now know how to discern who needs what more than I. In this case, Guin and her family needed much more emotional support from me than the amount of emotional support I needed from Andee ( my husband) because I was doing something I was not used to.
Life is so unpredictable. I met her dad for the first time in my life on Sunday after church. And on Tuesday, I wasn't going to meet him ever again. Strange, isn't it?
Oh well, dinner resumed at 11pm.
posted by orlnda @ 10:55 am
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