Farewell

When I got to the Alzheimer’s wing today to see Mr. Malcolm, the lady at the desk asked me if I was family. I said, “Sort of.” She put her hand on her chest and said, “I’m so sorry, but he died this afternoon and the family has just left.” I’m sure she watched my eyes glass over, and so she continued. “If you’d like to go in and see him, you may.” I whispered, “I do.” After all, my purpose in going today was to tell him goodbye. And so I slipped quietly into his room and closed the door.

I stood silently and still by his bed, and then for just a moment, we danced. My feet here and his feet There, rejoicing together at his new found freedom. I applauded, I thanked him for his life, especially his wonderful sense of humor, and then I said goodbye.

How great is our God! Just ask Mr. Malcolm. He knows Him face to face.

Farewell, dear one. We will miss you.