Every day as he lay in the hospital, my family and I experienced the miracles that can accompany death. One day, it was his roommate Ralph that showed incredible kindness to him during the middle of the night. Another time, the Rabbi showed up to comfort him right before he lost all conscious awareness. Sometimes, it was the laughing and crying that we shared in front of him that helped all of us to heal from a lifetime of repressing grief. We kept waiting and keeping our own counsel in the midst of the everyday demands of jobs, bill paying, dogs needing feedings, and family and friends.We truly were existing in two worlds. We were in the world of the living and the dying, consciousness and unconsciousness and ultimately experiencing being truly awake or asleep. What a ride.
Part 3 to follow.