I am experiencing rather heavy energy this day. After congratulations myself on writing 4 days in a row, I figured I had better make sure I sit down this afternoon. My heart is heavy as I saw my poor old Dad today and he was NOT in good shape.
I have to admit that I am a tad annoyed with the staff at his Care Home as nobody called to advise me that my Dad was in such awful shape. His breathing was REALLY laboured yet he had managed to wheel himself down to meet me, trying valiantly to pretend that he is o.k. I had brought coffees and some special cookies to share with him down on the patio next to the river.......he loves that. As soon as I saw him, however, I just put everything down and immediately got into Katrice mode.
The denseness in his chest and upper back was felt from a foot away. I explained to my Dad what I was going to do and he immediately relaxed. Great knowing that he trusts me to do my "woo woo" stuff on him. I have done the same thing in the past and he feels the energy as soon as it starts to flow. After a couple of minutes, his breathing settled into a more natural rythym and we shared our coffees.
Every 10 minutes or so I got up and worked on him for a couple of minutes and each time, he relaxed even more. Took him back to his room, got him settled and did one last sweep of his energy. I knew it was pneumonia and when I walked past the nurses station they proceeded to me tell me precisely THAT. The doctor had just been there, prescribing antibiotics and a "puffer". So with their medicine and MY medicine (healer woman that I AM), we will just have to wait and see.
At the end of the day he IS 92 years old and has been failing more and more the past six months or so. I have had to stop trying to take him out for lunch, which he used to LOVE, for a number of reasons. He gets very ornery when I try to help him out of his wheelchair and into the car and then out of the car and into the wheelchair. Looking at the menu is overwhelming now as he is used to just going down to the dining room, sitting at his seat and having his meals simply placed before him. No decisions which is easier for the old folks I guess.
I have also noticed that he has trouble holding a fork. I have made sure that I suggest a meal I know he would like but doesn't need to cut anything. He used to love going out for lunch and a BEER....just one though as he admits that he would get "tiddly" as he says.
As I am the only one he has, it takes its toll. There are others that could go but they do not, for reasons of their own. I am trying to give him some happiness and everyone at the Home beams when they see coming so I know that I am doing a good thing, not only for him but for the other Souls who call that place home.
One of his nurses came rushing over to me and burst into tears. She loves my Dad and has always called him Poppi.........she is Iranian and has developed a special bond with him. Funny but I had to settle her down and explain that his time on this plain is drawing to a close. We know it and you would think she would be able to handle it more but methinks he reminds her of her own father who passed away years ago. I held out my arms to her and she readily fell into them and held on tight. Makes me feel good knowing that he has people like that caring for him on a daily basis yet, someone should have called me to give me the heads up.
On the drive home, I had my arm on the window ledge and noticed my ring. The main stone in this particular ring is the one from my Mother's engagement ring. When she passed, I had the ring remade. Whenever I put it on it is as if a piece of my Mom is with me. However, today, I said "Hey, he'll be there soon".
And this I know to be true.
It is funny but the sadness I feel is more his as he has been resolute in stating that he will live to be 100. I see the fear that is creeping into his head and wish I could do more.
I will be spending more and more time in a state of meditation as I assist from the higher realms in the coming days.
May your day be full of love, laughter and joy.
As so it is..............
Namaste
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