The truth of MY story is that this(your question that is happened) happened to my widowed fathers girlfriend. (yes, that means my mother died-and I held her hand while she did because of course I was there even though I had to take lots of time off of work and fly to florida.)
Anyway my fathers girlfreind had cancer and it took her a long time to die (as she was starved to death without water either in a Hebrew home-not that that makes any difference). I only found out at the last minute that she was in there, so I asked my father if we could go see her as soon as I found out (even though we had had an arguement about something that I cannot even remember the last time I saw her) and for other reasons later my father broke up with her. Anyway we did go see her in this horrible room where she was panting and staring straight ahead without response. She looked terrible, and her hair was unkempt, and her skin was very greasy on her face. I found some mint swabs next to her bed, so I swabbed out her mouth, and combed her hair. I washed her face really nicely until it was nice. My father left the room very soon after seeing her like that, but I stayed, and did all those things. It has been my secret for years, but I will tell you what I said to her in our private moments; "Hi, it's me, Jim. I am so sorry for any arguments I may have had with you. I take all of your sins upon my soul, and I free you into heaven, and if Jesus comes for you tonight, you go with him." It makes me cry even now to write it, because she died that night, and I think he came for her. I dont know if Jewish people believe in Jesus, but I think she knows him now. Let me say I am so sorry to you if this post ever bothered anyone, as I was only trying to humor you, who were too down about it. Of course you should go see anyone who is in that state. They need you now more than ever, and maybe even have something they need you to tell someone. It is ok to cry with them. Just act however you feel, because they appreciate your honesty, and can tell better than anyone if you are lying to them. Most of all pray for them. No religion is the wrong way to God, because there is no wrong way to him-that is what he told me. My neighbor came to my house to tell me that she saw an angel who spoke of me, and my love, you see she told me many things, and I know God knows me. He knows the real me, and he knows each of you, because my prayers I always only thought in my head, but he knew what I was thinking, so I know how powerful he is. And if you friend should die, I want you to know they are safe, and they are now better. I swear all my words are true. Pray alone in your room before you sleep. Pray for your friend, pray for peace in the world-I should have done that one, and pray for everyone in our nation, and the world. Never hate anyone, because if you do, you are mostly finding fault in yourself-this was what God says. He says not to take credit for his words, as it will be your undoing, so you can bet I will say they are his words. Thank you God for letting me tell the truth in front of everyone, I am so proud to be able to say I love you. And I love you all deeply. I am so sorry if my joke hurt anyone, so very very sorry. One more thing God said was Don't let any of your good deeds be spoken badly of. I fear one of mine has, I wish yours, and Gods forgiveness, please pray for me/
And let's all pray for this person who wrote the question, and their friend. (This was updated from the stupid joke at the beginning.)
That's why I am last as I deserve to be. (I don't care where I am except nearer to God.) And again I am sorry to you, your friend, and everyone who read my horrible joke -now found below. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Originally my answer was;
"I would buy some insurance on them, and keep checking on them all the time." This was my stupid joke to cheer you all up. I see the people who are on here are so melloncollie(spelled?) and if you go see your friend they will joke a lot, and it is ok with them. I have known many people who died, and visited them all a lot, as much as I could. Irish were the most joking as they died.
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