Who would have known a pillow would provide such comfort to my dying father? A pillow ensconced in a pillowcase I embroidered when I was about ten years old. Some of the threads are missing and need to be restitched but I could not help smiling when I saw it there this week perched up alongside his sweet face. He made sure every night before we tucked him in that we put that pillow on his left side.
Dying is laborious work. I take any pearls and smiles I can find in this journey.
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This is a very tender and touching picture you paint of your father....and it says a lot about your care giving and the comfort you are giving him. I pray God's strength and grace to flow over you and through as you continue to labor in love. I imagine this is the hardest work ever.
Oh my dear friend! Shedding tears for you and lifting you up in prayer for strength and courage. May God surround you with His love and compassion when you feel you can't go on!
Warmest hugs!
Deborah
That is beautiful to know your handwork is treasured. What wonderful moments you have shared with your father, may you feel the peace and strength of our Lord Jesus Christ. ~Love Heather
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