What an Honor
“Start with a sip of cranberry juice first. If tea is served, use Splenda. Feed her with a spoon, not a fork. Make sure the food is not too hot or too
cold. Make sure she gets a vanilla
shake.” I can hear his voice every time
I feed my Mom. My friend Brenda hears
his voice too. He taught us how Katie
Mae should be fed. He was not shy about
telling me where I had gone wrong. He
would stop me sometimes and just do it himself.
He was the expert. Before Mom
moved to long term care, Dad considered cooking for Mom a privilege. I was not allowed to bring meals to the
house. He would say, “She cooked for me
for over fifty years, why can’t I prepare her meals now.” His labor of love has been passed to me.
Ephesians 6:2
2 “Honor your father and mother,” which is the first
commandment with promise.
It is an honor to continue the legacy of my father
and to provide sustenance to my mother.
Just as there were trying days years ago caring for me, there are some tough
times now but I would not trade the minutes spent with Katie Mae for anything. I hope to honor my father by taking care of
his precious wife, doing it his way.
Well, there was this poster board hanging next to her bed that he had either taped up or tacked family
pictures onto. I
can just about guarantee he is pitching a fit about my putting the poster in a
frame. I am my father’s daughter so some
things I do my own way which is okay because I had such a phenomenal mentor and
teacher whose voice still leads me today. What an honor, having Bruce Edward Hall, Sr as your Dad!
Comments
Post a Comment