Monday, March 14, 2016

Father forgive them

Fr. Joe "Father, forgive them, they know not what they do."

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

Whenever Fr. Joe awakes from his slumber, he attempts to sit up, but he now requires an arm and a hand to help him to the sitting position.  Once at the seated position at the edge of the side of his bed, he takes a few minutes to awaken himself, check his wounds, and then attempt to drink.

After he finishes what he can from his drink, we try to figure out a way to get his bottom to move more to the center of the bed before he can position his body to lie back down.  Otherwise, he would roll off the bed.  There were five of us in the room all discussing the best way - the way with the least amount of pain - to move him back.   In the past, he would dig his fist(s) into the bed to help raise himself slightly, but now he is too weak.

Waiting for his signal of readiness since he can no longer communicate verbally, we continued discussing and planning - everyone with some opinion or other.  All of a sudden, Fr. Joe, almost as if to say, “Enough,” put his fists into the mattress and managed to move on his own to the center of  the bed in order to lie down for some much needed rest - rest for his body and rest from our craziness.

“Father, forgive them for they know not what they are doing.”  :)

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