A storoem about an event my sister swears is true. |
“It’s even worse than I’d expected. Dad did not know who I am,” she cried into her cell phone, driving home. “It’s just so sad.” Talking to her brother, tears flowed anew. Their 92-year-old father had been in good health until the sudden onset of Alzheimer’s this month did begin. This visit ‘home’ had caused her great upset. After she ended her call, now came sobbing, making her continued driving unsafe. At a rest stop, she cried over the robbing of her father’s mind. How the loss did chafe! As she sat crying, it began to rain and became dark. Head down, she was surprised at a tapping upon her window pane. There stood an older lady, small in size. “You look like you need a shoulder to cry on,” the lady said with a smile. “Please let me in.” Her fear of strangers was suddenly gone, and she let this stranger enter within. Her tears flowed as she cried on the shoulder of the strange lady; she explained about her dad. The lady continued to hold her as she said, “Of this you must have no doubt. “You have been robbed of your father. You must recall the man he was, why you loved him. This disease will make him say things unjust. You must be strong; the days ahead are grim. “Remember the love and the times you shared. Take comfort in knowing you’re a good daughter.” The lady’s words gave her calmness and prepared her to turn her rough seas into calm water. With that, the lady gave her one last hug and then stepped out into the wet, dark night. “Thank you. Your words were like a healing drug.” She looked all around; no one was in sight. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |