Since he married my step grandmother who introduced him to LDS church his life has been blessed and I as well as the rest of my LARGE(we have a 7th son of a 7th son in my family) family benefit from his choice of becoming a member of the restored Church. The doctors doubt he'll make it through this month( )and he will always hold a scared place in my heart even he does pass away.
This is a poem written my my Me ma that sums up the past few weeks pretty much.(I cried reading it)
He Is Safe
I promised him—never a nursing home.
That promise stalks me with guilt,
but he is safe.
An episode scared me
into this decision I’ve made--
his disappearance one cold winter day.
He was found in a large city
hours away.
He drove in circles
all day long, into the dark
lost, discouraged, and distraught.
He glimpsed the blinking signs
on the freeways of a Silver Alert--
his name flashing before him.
He confided in me later,
“I knew you had done that.”
Finally found,
we wept with joy, bowed
our heads, thanked the Lord.
I visit Dad each day, hug
him, hold him, cry with him.
He packs up his room each night
for a trip he plans to take . . .
unpack and re-decorate, my new task.
I promised him—never a nursing home.
That promise stalks me with guilt,
but he is safe.