No writings from three years ago to post.
The hours of this day, three years ago, were all spent in the ICU at St. Vincent's Hospital. I sat by Bobby's bed all day. I held his hand. I rubbed his face. I read to him some from some of his favorite authors and preachers.
The Doctors were coming in and out of the room, each giving their unique perspective on Bobby's failing health.
Family members were coming in and out of the room, each with faces showing their love for Bobby and also showing their deep concern as they begin to realize that he is not likely to recover.
That must have been a very difficult thing for them - his daughter, his son, his son-in-law, his daughter-in-law, his grandsons, his granddaughters, his sisters, his brothers, his sister-in-laws, his brother-in-laws, his nieces, his nephews and his cousins.
To realize that someone you love dearly is close to the end of their life, what do you say? I heard very few words except for lots of "I love you's" and "I'm praying for you's" Looking back, I can't help but know how comforting it must have been for Bobby to hear all those "I love you's" and "I'm praying for you's."
No doctor or nurse could tell me or convince me that Bobby did not know we were there. I choose to believe that he did know and he did hear each and every "I love you" and "I'm praying for you." I look forward to one day hearing his voice tell us "Yes! I heard you! I heard all of your 'I love you's and I'm praying for you's'. Your words meant so much to me. I wish I could have let you know."
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