You must have wondered if it was your birthday yesterday! Four of your daughters and two of your granddaughters all visited in the same day!
We got news from your doctor that you were refusing food and not doing well. My older sister, a trained PSW, spent hours with you - she washed the gunk from your eyes so you could open them and see, and put vaseline around your dry lip. She cleaned your mouth and painstakingly spooned thickened water teaspoon by teaspoon into it.
By the time I arrived that evening your eyes needed another wash, your lips more vaseline, and you kept mouthing "water." I was thankful for the opportunity to minister to you. To show love to precious grandfather, to my Papa.
My two youngest kids are memorizing Psalm 100 so I read it to you:
A psalm. For giving grateful praise.
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.
The photo is of you with my daughter, now 5, after you first went into the care facility. You are now unable to do anything without assistance. We have been told you may only have a couple more weeks left on this earth.
We wish you godspeed. You have suffered too much in the past five years especially.