Wednesday, 14 January 2009
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Today a man died all alone. It is not uncommon--people die alone every day. What struck me so profoundly is that he has four children in the area and none of them wanted to be with him when he died. It broke my heart. A nurse and I read Psalm 23 and then I prayed, thanking God for this man I did not know but whom God knows. While there was no family member in the room when he died, God was with him.
I got to thinking about my own death...will I die alone? Most likely since I'm unmarried, have no children and family lives far away. I hope that someone will say a prayer over my failing body, honoring God for His grace and for the gift of my life.
What about you?
Choose joy.
Donna
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Very thought-provoking piece! How tragic, for a person with children in the area to die alone. But you were there and a nurse, my friend! so he really didn't die alone, did he? I thank God you WERE there for him! I also thank God for the way in which He is using you in your second career.
When Bob and I were talking about your post, he said, "I hope she is out here by that time".....in other words, close to us, who are your family, and would want to be near.......that is if we aren't too decrepit ourselves by then.
Keep writing!