A song came back to me today and I went in search of it and tried to find what the meaning of the song was. I remember being in grade school and this song was very popular. It was in regards to St. Michael the Archangel. God and his angels are with us constantly. This song is the part of the rich fabric of my Catholic upbringing.
And, I loved the nuns too. A writing for another day.
The highwaymen Michael Row Your Boat Ashore.
By Kim Ruehl
History of “Michael Row the Boat Ashore”
“Michael Row the Boat Ashore” is an old American folk song that hails from the slave era, and became a popular anthem during the civil rights movement. Its existence was first noted in the early 1860s, although the song itself is probably much older. The song was noted in letters between teachers and abolitionists, who heard it while on St. Helena Island in South Carolina.
“Michael Row the Boat Ashore” Lyrics
Most people nowadays probably only know the refrain from this traditional song, which repeats “Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah” twice. The full song, however, talks about crossing the River Jordan, and Michael is the archangel Michael. While there are many versions of the song—due to the fact that it was passed down orally for a long time before being recorded—the lyrics basically talk about finding God and one’s family on the other side of the river in the promised land:O the Lord he plant his garden there.
He raise the fruit for you to eat.
He that eat shall never die.
When the river overflow.
Pete Seeger has noted that, since the song was found in the islands off South Carolina, it may be indicative of a work song that the slaves sung as they were rowing to the mainland. In the more mainstream version recorded by Seeger (purchase/download), he sings also of the familial calls of the song:
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Who has recorded “Michael Row the Boat Ashore”?
Several popular versions of “Michael Row the Boat Ashore” have been recorded through the years. In addition to Pete Seeger’s version, the song has also been recorded by Harry Belafonte ( purchase/download ), Peter, Paul and Mary (purchase/download ) and the Nields ( purchase/download ).
Life is not a cake walk and we have to see the positive in it and not allow ourselves to become down and put out in any way shape or form. No Way ! God calls us all to Victory through him.
News Boys Stay Strong.
I just had to cancel my Dana Farber appointment for tomorrow because I not only have a recurring sciatic nerve condition that has been with me for at least 4-5 weeks now, but I also had a tooth extracted and its effects are lingering. The final piece was a sore throat that started Saturday a post nasal drip arrived and finally the cough.So, tomorrow I will not go for a scan but will see my Regular doctor for a sick call.
This is just lifes twists and turns and a reminder that we need to hang tough and be flexable. My family is disappointed because they kind of count the days to my scans. And my wife has altered her work schedule yet again.
As part of my last writing on 9-15 about the effects that I feel that my illness has had on my life and those that are part of it is.
There are so many guy things I used to do, husband things, dad things etc. You will understand what I am saying. My wife, kids and family have had to assume so many of my responsibilities .
But I am not allowing this to change my mind set. Not one bit. I am kicking this life in the butt and finding out the new person that God is creating in me. Amen !
For my beautiful bride 🙂 xox
Love never fails.
My wife does not complain too much even though she is tired alot. She just does what needs to get done.
God gave me his peace but he not only made me a witness to everyone of what he can do but more importantly God has opened my eyes to witness everyone in my life to see what true love is and what true sacrafice are all about. Starting with my wife, children, family and all of friends from so many areas of my life some have been friends for decades now. The type of friend you pick up the phone and talk to and it could be years and that does not matter, time collapses back and we are in the moment. Now, that is a gift !
This week my wife had to go places on her own. Church, grad party etc. I find myself all the time just saying , go and have fun. I want her to, but I also know that she is longing too for the good old days when being spontaneous and in the moment were the norm..
As far as the scan goes, I am not worried. I would prefer to go tomorrow but, obviously that is not God’s plan. So, we will see what is in store for the day.
The wedding vows my wife and I took over 28 years ago are being lived everyday by us here. Because God is here with us. God’s love is perfect. As difficult as it can be in our lives in any given moment , life is still very beautiful.
Love is….
It boils down to this today at Casa del Danny 🙂
I look as my medical circumstances today as a challenge that will in Gods time be straightened out. My wife feels that way as well . My doctor has told us that if the cancer was to re-e·merge that I would know it. And asside from the throat, mouth and my back I feel great !! 🙂 LOl Aint life beautiful. 🙂
Lets have some fun 🙂 My wife loved this song, when were younger.
What resounds in my heart today, is how fragile we all are. I have never really discussed on my blog as a guy what my diagnosis with a terminal cancer had meant in that moment to me, my family, my parents, siblings and my friends.
This could be a long writing but I will break it into peices over a period of time. Upon receiving the news about my friend Paul yesterday it was so close to home for me that when in prayer last night , I had his whole family unit and friends in my large web of thoughts and prayer.My wife and I met Paul and Linda 20 years ago and were neighbors for 10 years and have remained friends since our move to a different home in town.
I know what I felt like after I was diagnosed personally and I felt like I had let my family down. I wrote once that to me, I felt that I was my wifes knight in shining armour and had fallen off the horse. I felt that I had failed my wife and family. I really beat myself up for a while over this.. My wife did not feel that way. And, as I grew in my awareness of what this situation truely was and where God was in it. I realized that what happened to me was not of my doing it is a condition that God had never intended for us either.
If you have read my blog you would know that God made it clear to myself and doctors through the Holy Spirit that …. I had cancer, cancer was not of God and that I do not own this cancer. And, I never did.
Well,
That goes for my friend Paul and you all as well. We are all the same in God’s eye’s. He loves us all so much ! cancer and evil is not of God, period !
But, he will get us through , Amen !
You know, recently ( two weeks ago) , my wife and I were sitting in the family room here and she reminded me of how Paul and Linda had come to visit one night after my diagnosis and Paul had to get me out of the sofa, I was so weak. I remember being stuck and not being able to get up and out of it. We are all our brothers keepers. For anyone who is currently not well, think positive thoughts, trust in God and expect healing.Pray and visithealing services too. God answers all prayers. Look for the angels in your life. I have too many angels in my life to count. Thank you God ! 🙂 xo
Remember to laugh always no matter what !
I will continue on this topic shortly. Hope abounds !!!!!!
Tamela Mann Take Me To the King.
Kick Cancer in the Butt! Pray for a Cure ! There is nothing that he cannot do !
In my last writing on Sept 13th I was sharing the story of two very special people really. The relationship that my mom and Mary had was what legends should be made from. Everyday hero’s, if you will. Both my mom and Mary were suffering in their own ways and both became such witnesses to what success ( Victory ) in God is all about. Mary was kind like my nephew from yesterdays writing. A Special person too:) Just beautiful. And my mom was beautifully heroic in her life. She always carried her cross) just like Jesus. When her physical body was going in for a crash, her faith was so well developed because of prayer that she was able to reach out of the wreckage of her body, beyond her pain and touch Mary’s life in a profound way. She was God strong and everybody witnessed it and we are all better for having experienced it. Every cloud no matter how dark has its silver lining. Mary is a special gift from God to the world and My mom offered up her sufferings to God for his purposes and for Mary. Also during their stay together in that room at Spauling, Mary gave my mom a purpose, and Mary gave my mom a vision of what a real angel is.
My mom did everything that medical science said she could not do, but God, told her that she would. After leaving here home in early May she returned home 2 days before Thanksgiving.
She hosted all 25 or so of her family for coffee and desserts on Thanksgiving night. She sat at that table in her diningroom looking beautiful as usual in her Fuscia, silk blouse. God is so very good. She survived and did very well for over two years after that day too.
I will continue writing on my mom shortly, but in the meantime. 🙂 Mary to this day is home with her sister Dotty and Elizabeth who helps with her care. Her baby Michelle is well and my sister hunted down new clothes to fit her doll. And they had a birthday party for Mary at some point too. She was as my mom would say tickled pink. 🙂
Now to Georgie, Georgie was Mary’s special friend that Dotty would bring in to the rehab. You to see, Mary’s Georgie is a stuffed animal fashioned after curious George a monkey. Dotty would announce to Mary look who ‘s come to visit from home! Marys would be so excited to see him, Dotty would say Georgie has been getting into everything. 🙂 Mary would say Georgie you have been naughty? And hug him. Her world was beautiful in that regard, God had been given her wonderful family to support her and great medical care. Something we should all be grateful for. Curious George was one of the books that Dotty and the Spaulding staff would read to Mary every night. Very beautiful.
One important thing that came to me as I ate my 1/’2 sandwich for lunch on Monday was a conversation that I had with an older friend of mine years back. She was a walker. She walked 365 day’s a year with a friend who was committed to doing it with her.
She had various illnesses that were possible if not probable of effecting her due to genetics. He physician told her to use it or she could lose it. He was speaking about her body. I can attest to that point as I sat here side lined with this cancer that I have never owned.
The bottom line is this according to her doctor, and I agree 100%, once the legs go then the rest of the body follows.
When cancer took my left side. I went from 150 miles per hour to 5 miles an hour physically. When my legs could not walk , my arms did not move involuntarily either, my lungs shrunk from sitting and my bodies energy withered too. When we walk, all of our muscles are involved stomach, back, legs, arms, chest, buttocks, heart and lungs included. Your mind is renewed by what it is sensing in smell, sight and sound it is a win, win for life. Your mind and Spirit can connect easily.
What I did have was God’s Peace, Faith and the knowledge that when this curtain falls on my life here that Act two with God and Jesus Christ will be absolutely Beautiful and will never end. Being united with all who have gone before me, including my pets. Love just does not die, thats my belief anyway. Last but not least, God gave me the Holy Spirit and the will to see things in my life through a magnificent prism. I love my wife, children, family and friends so much that my desire to live and conquer myadversities to be physically whole once again is as large as a mountain. I can see it. . My goal makes life, a sheer joy. If I get an inch forward , I will stretch that gain to a mile. It is very simple. I can only imagine what God could use me for if He blesses me with my physical healing that I see.. God has already peirced my heart, humbled my life and has grown me in relationship with him. Its the same for you all too 🙂 The Holy Spirit has transformed and renewed my mind and has convicted me of my sins and any of the the crap that was in my life. That stuff was left on the confessional room floor. So in life bring the stuff to God and he will heal that wound. I have said it before yet, I feel once again compelled to write these words so, I would love to live and be here to love and support my wife, to love my kids and witness who they grow to become, weddings grandchildren the works but none of us truely knows what God’s plan is. So, I take comfort in knowing that I am doing everything in my power now to faciltate that desire to happen. But, I also am grateful to know that should God call me to him then he knows the reason, and I believe that I will still be with my loved ones and friends, watching over them and perhaps in my purified state having accounted for my lifes errors To God . My prayers will be even more valuable for my loved ones and all of you 🙂
So, Sitting down constantly was not an option. By Gods grace, I fought to my feet and dragged my left side up and down the stairs with me. I began to try and empty the dishwasher and vaccuum the hard woods on the 1st floor. If I have a little energy I try to expell it and to cause my body to have to rise to the occasion and make more energy, I made a roasted chicken dinner for my family complete with vegetables that hit the kitchen floor. Too heavy for one hand, but I was hours in the kitchen doing what I used to do cooking and it was a labor of love. We all had a wonderful dinner too 🙂 What they did not know, did not kill them:) Everyone was raving about it. I must keep that recipe! LOl. I began to walk the track when someone can drive me down and be with me, a safety net. I must say the first time I looked at the 1/4 mile track I almost stayed in the car. Question?, what if I in that moment I had said no, I can’t do it ? I probably never would have walked. I have walked two laps now which is 1/2 mile so again, my legs were moving my arms were moving and my lungs were talking deep breathes because I was winded. What a wonderful feeling that is. I have been taking it to the limits because God has called me to be bigger than myself! He has called me to be God strong for everyone. If I can do this, then you can too. 🙂
Below is a photo of myself and brother in law at the relay for life, Cancer walk this past May 2014. I walked the survivor lap with my brother in law C, he is another one of my hero’s 🙂 Oh BTW, I am on the left, no wheelchair, no walker, no 4 prong cane. God wants the best for all of us !!!! Amen !
I am on the road to recovery and like I said it is a long and winding road, I have my family and friends who see me in the down moments that I may have and they give me a kind word or a slap on the rear end LOL and I am back in the saddle again. So we are all helping oneanother 🙂
The Eagles Take it to the limit! I am always running back to God !
God adores us All, Don’t leave him standing there !!
Believe in the Miracle that you are and see the the day of endless possibilties that lies ahead !
Even if you move one inch further on your road today then you are gaining your Victory through God. Amen !!
The Long and Winding road The Beatles
Gene Autry. Back In The Saddle Once Again 🙂 Try not to smile, I double Dare You !!!
There are so many things in life that I do not know. I have prayed on this and I have finally decided to post this account. I promised myself that when I began this blog that I would be truthful and honest in every account that is placed here.
Because of my upbringing, Mediums etc were not part of my everyday life. I discussed this from time with people from my own faith also when I was younger, I spoke to a priest. The explanation that I was given at that time by the priest was that first of all not all so called Spiritual gifts are from God. I do believe that . There is a whole lot of deception from the devil out there who wants to confuse us. Lead us from salvation.
I was taught by my tradition the Roman Catholic faith that the focus is on our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, which I do personally believe. But, having said that since my writings for the church, my writtings under the heading of love letters from God and finally this blog. I have had so many experiences in the Spiritual rhealm as well as dreams and visions. The constants in my life in my visions and dreams are God, Jesus Christ, and The Blessed Mother.
So, I take very seriously anything that I write of or speak about in regards to Heaven.. I pray on everything because my soul is on the line. I believe that whole heartily.
This next account is the truth and I need to share…
Around three months ago I came in the door from physical therapy and came back to my chair to sit down. The phone rang and my God mother was on the phone she said, Hi danny , are you sitting down ? I said what else do I do? and we laughed. She said, I know how you feel about these things but, It is just so amazing.
I said , what?
She said that two of her grandchildren and one of their childhood friends decided one night that they would go see a medium for fun. My aunt acknowlodged the fact she too did not feel comfortable or called to see one either.
So anyways, they picked up the phonebook and found one. They booked the appointment. Let me state for the record that I have never met her grandchildren nor their friend.
So, they went off to see this man, I do not know his name, I never felt compelled to ask. Her grandchildren and their friend are probably juniors or seniors in high school I am guessing.
The man greeted them and told eachone things that he could never be able to know. Things about events when they were small accidents etc. They were shocked to here about events that they had nearly forgotten about.
He then said who has the older women like your grandmothers age that recently passed away? My aunts two grand daughters said oh, I think my Nana’s sister passed away a few months ago. That was my mom Roberta.
He then said and who Is the male attached to her that has brain cancer? they said I think her son does ( me ).
He then said please let him know that St. Raphael is holding and protecting him.
I have told you all that my whole family prays to St. Raphael and uses the Blessed oil that we received from the healing ministry at St. Josephs.
So, I took that as a direct message from God. it was very comforting for me to hear. But again, I never felt compelled to call this man directy either. Gods got this situation, and thats all that really matters to me.
There are as I said before, things that are not good for us spiritually. And, My family experienced them back when I was in my eary 20’s. So I do not dabble inthings that I do not understand. We are all better off, If we don’t. I will discuss what happened on this blog when the time is right.
During my mothers hospitalization at Spaulding Cambridge in the ventilator unit she was very sick, very weak and slept a whole lot. Remember, her prognosis was not good. My mom did not have a private room and I think it was a great thing for my mother and for her roomate Mary.
You see my mothers roomate Mary was not wanted in any other persons room in that unit. She was put in my mothers room because she was loud at times and dilsruptive to her roomates and the staff.
My mom was pretty much sleeping at first so they figured my mother would not be affected by Mary’s outbursts etc. God had a purpose for this situation and my mom was selected in this time to witness Christ and unconditional love to so many in that hospital during this time. And she was! My mother listened to the daily goings on in that room with Mary and My mom continued to get stronger by the day. When my mom was weined from the ventilator and was able to speak once again as I wrote in my last blog. At this point my mother looked like she was a Miracle that was on the road to a recovery, and she was. Right away the staff said, I am sorry to my mom, Mary has her moments. We will try and find her a new room, she is hard to place with others. My mother said don’t be silly, its fine. Due to Mary’s health condition it can be 24 hours of non stop action. The staff one after another came in and thanked my mother, my mom just felt that Mary was an angel, and just needed a calm reassuring hand. It was scary for Mary being there alone with all the machines, noises etc.
You see, Mary is a beautiful women in her late 50’s I am guessing and she is very bright. Something happened at her birth and her brain was deprived of oxygen and she was like a child from that point. This was prior to my cancer diagnosis so, I was able to be there daily too. My dad was there every morning and stayed until late afternoon with my mom and we (her children and family) coodinated so we would all be there at different times. Well, my mom would be helping from her bed fordging a relationship with Mary. Mary is just a beautiful person who would get upset and did not always have an ability to understand. I looked at her and saw a beautiful child there in that bed. Innocent and she needed to rely on everyone to survive. She too was on a ventilator off and on depending on her respritory needs. She had her older sister Dotty coming in daily, late in the day and would read Mary her childrens books, help her with some private care issues etc. Mary loves all her old movies and watched them all the time the sound of music, Judy Garland etc. Mary was living in the past speaking about her mom and dad who were her life.They both passed when they were in their 90’s. Mary has an identical twin who is healthy.
My mom , dad and family grew very tight bonds with Mary and her family. My mom would get Mary to talk, calm her down and help the staff to work with her when she was having a bad day. My mom prayed and talked about Jesus with her. When Mary’s sister Dotty could not come and Mary was waiting She had a private nurse Elizabeth come in . Elizabeth had helped and assisted her over the years at her home too. She is family to Mary:) She too would be praying with Mary, just beautiful.A gift to Mary and I believe Mary is a gift to her too.
Mary had her baby ( a doll) named Michelle. She had a toy baby bottle and she would be feeding that doll burping it and the doll slept with Mary every night. Mary would tell the baby its okay and she would tell my mom that Michelle was crying. My mom was involved when Mary was in a bad place my mom would end up feeding the doll and burping the doll, it made Mary so happy. My mom had such compassion for Mary and she loved her. My dad was there all the time so he could see her struggling, trying to eat. The staff was helping but she did not want them for whatever reason so my dad would say Mary, would you like me to help ? She would say yes, and my dad would help to cut things up etc. The staff was so happy to see Mary content and it really helped to calm the unit down. There is a saying, If you cannot do something nice then donot do anything at all. Service to others is an honor as far as I am concerned. It is not alway’s easy but there is nothing more rewarding.
I will continue with this shortly,
God Bless You,
Danny
A dedication to all the special needs kids around the world.
Just a quick blog, I am sitting here at home all by my onesies, and was thinking about my blog. I have had so many conversations over the last two years about documenting this journey. What I get now more than ever is just how much people are enjoying the witness of my journey and that of my family. Its causing my family to re-live certain events that were tramatic in that day and I guess this journey,of hearing it and reading about it in this manner will bring more closure and healing to us all.
My intent for this blog is very simple, I want to help even just one person. We are all the same to God precious. This blog is his victory story. To everything there is a purpose.
When it comes down to it, by the grace of God all that we have in the life really is eachother, and that is really the most important thing anyway. Material stuff is really so unimportant. We need to celebrate and support oneanother. Amen.
My Mom was at Spaulding Rehab Cambridge, in the Ventilator unit for quite some time and it was decided that they needed to try and withdraw the vent and the likelihood of her coming off it was not good because when you are on a ventilator for an extended period of time your body becomes use to the machine doing the work and sometimes will not pick up the function of breathing on its own, once again. My mom was awake and alert and the weining process began, slowly seeing if her body would in fact support her, The weing was a slow process, took several days of reducing the ammount of support that the ventilator was doing and thenshe was off the ventilator, breathing on her own. Praise God! Dr.S and all of us in our family were just so happy! God is faithful to those who love him. Amen !
The next obstacle that she tackled was that she could not speak. Her doctor explained that when the ventilator is in place you cannot talk and it was in her throat for so long that damage could have been done to the vocal chords etc. Doctor S. removed the plug in her neck, I guess you call it? She began to speak immediately words from of her mouth. The doctor was so impressed and we were so happy hearing moms voice once again. It had been months! The Holy Spirit of God took care of that need immediately. Like I said, it was and is the time of Miracles for all of us. 🙂 This whole health crisis/ event that occurred started at around April in her home and it was now the Fall of 2011, She had been in Mt. Auburn, and at Spaulding this whole time with a very low expectation of survival. But, she had the peace of Christ and did not think that way. She saw Hope and had such Faith, She saw Victory. She was very ill, but still saw Victory through Christ/ God. Her Rosary was always in hand and her friends St. Michael and St. Raphael were right there with her .
I will continue shortly with my blog entry…. Mom, Mary, Michelle, Dotty, Elizabeth and Georgie what a beautiful story to share, God is just amazing in all that he is doing.
I wanted to continue with my writing for my mom today. Part two was on Sept 4ths blog. The Saint Agnes Band was a large part of our lives growing up. We had attended the school as well. Some of us went on to Arlington Catholic too . It was a great life.
One of the best parts was that my mom and dad were present in our lives. My dad managed the equipment truck and trained other fathers to get their bus liscences, so that the band members and color guard could get back and forth from parades and competitions. Like I said, my dad was everyone’s dad in the band and they loved him. He loved all the kids too. I would like to remember also in this moment my fathers assistant in the equipment van Mr. Callahan. My dad loved this man as did all of the kids in the band. He was awesome:) He went to the Lord some time ago, God Bless Him too.
My mom was always in the stands with all kinds of food, extra sandwiches etc. When we came off the field of competition, we would change out of our uniforms and get our street clothes on and off we would go into the stands to find her. Each one of us ( her) kids had extra kids( friends) with us.lol We were all hungry and my mother was accustomed to that fact 🙂 and had sandwiches and stuff for them too. She also had jugs of homemade pink leomonade too.If my mom ran out Mrs. H was there with her food and was good for potato chips and chips ahoy cookies too.:)
In the band we would wear uniforms on the parade route and in competition. The uniforms had wool pants, Satin tops and a cumberbund wrapped around the middle.. It was topped off by a band drum style hat with a neck strap.We all wore white bucks (shoes) as well.
It could be 100 degrees in a parade or competition and we survived wearing those uniforms. The bottom line is this, we would roll in on the buses sometimes at 11:00 at night at the parking lot from a competition and needed to be back the next morning ready, uniformed and ready to go back out in competition once again or on a parade route somewhere. The uniforms needed to be laundered and ironed. The judges took points off of our score if things were not perfect. A lot of parents were not engaged with their kids or were unable to be there to support their kids. So, the kids were upset because they’re uniforms would not be ready for the next morning. It was a big deal. So My mom, Mrs. R said don’t worry honey, give them to me I will have them ready in the morning. Remember, my mom had 5 kids and worked full time. But you see, she saw a need and offered it up and got the job done. She made those kids feel special, and they were. She was a brick in their foundation as was my dad. I can remember her standing in the kitchen in front of that ironing board ironing one satin shirt after another. They were ready for the judges 🙂 She even carried Kiwi white shoe polish in her bag and was touching kids shoes up, nice and white.
My mom’s ilness, She was a Miracle and also showed the Doctors , staff of several institutions that, God is for real.
As I wrote in the past blog about my mom, C.O.P.D. progressed to emphysema and the ability of my mom to go out ,to walk stairs etc was very much diminished. She lived with a constant sense that she could not get breathe into her lungs. She very rarely complained but we understood her daily struggle. She was not going to bring her family down. She was partnered with Christ in his suffering. Like my mother would always say.
4 or so years ago in around June 2010 I think it was ? My mom went into the hospital at Mt Auburn in Cambridge her breathing was reduced even further and she was found to have a 4 to 5 inch tumor attached to her lung, behind her heart and it was obtructing the airway out from the lung. It was found to be inoperable, plus given her very poor respritory system she could not have anesthesia. Because of her strong resolve, faith and fight for life her Dr. R who was her primary for 30 plus years advocated that she should be allowed to try a plan to attack this tumor, my mom was well aware of its dangers and we all supported her and my dads decision in this matter.
She was treated by a wonderful Cancer and respritory Dr. S from Mt Auburn Hosp. He is a brain cancer survivor too. She under went chemo and very targeted radiation treatment for the cancer, for the tumor etc and when they were done the tumor still remained. She came home and was home a few days and radiation pneumonitis set in she was rushed into the hospital and ended up in Mt Auburns ER after she found to be non- responsive at her home. That particular morning, My neice, dad,brother and sister were watching her, and saw a difference in her that they never witnessed before. An ambulance was called, right away.
At the ER, things looked very grimm. we were all there. She was being given a lot of support she was filled with carbon dioxide , it is called I think, black death. It is when you breathe in and cannot expell the carbon diaoxide out of the lungs and body, so you will get sleepy, your brain and other vital organs can de deprived of oxygen and eventually you will pass away without intevention. Even with help, it is very dicey. The staff ushered the whole family into a room and brought us food and gave us some gentle words of support. Very beautiful.
My mom was moved up to the Intensive care unit and she was put onto a ventilator, by her choice, she was not done yet with her Earthly journey . She was there for a good seems like 1 and a half to 2 months if my memory serves me. My father was there everyday before 5 a.m. and stood by here because she would open her eyes and look at him at that time, he was not going to dissappoint her .Asside from that, she just slept a whole lot. He would take her hand and say, Its okay bobby, I am here just keep it in neutral.( Don’t Worry), You are going to get better. He stood there and prayed with her. All day long. All of the family would stream in and out of her ICU bed space and tell my dad to go sit down, food was being brought in by my sister, brother etc for him. We would make a prayer chain around her bed. Dr’s and nurses walked by and just watched the family through the glass windows and witnessed God in action. Eventually my mom was moved to a regular room at Mt Auburn to get her ready to transition her to Spaulding Cambrige Street Cambridge because her Dr. R ran the Vent department there. Again, God was handling everything.
At this time , It was about 6 months before I suddenly became ill with my Gleo, so I was able to be there a whole lot. Which I am so grateful for. It is what live is all about. Love, support and being there. Very Simple 🙂
I will continue with this account shortly.
God Bless You All,
Danny
My mom loved this song I am sure she was thinking of my dad when she listened to it and sang it 🙂 xoxo
Just Danny Speaks 