As the shroud of darkness begins to rise, a glimmer of light reveals some of the incredible blessings in my life over the last few months; the sweetness of my husband’s hand in mine as we slept, the closeness of his nose to mine, his smile, his words, “I love you.” I am thankful for those tender moments with him.
I am thankful for my sons and how they rose to still my shaky ground. Empowered with a supernatural love, they supported me in amazing ways.
I am thankful for my older son, Jamey, who came to my rescue many times. I remember the night he kindly drove his dad and me down to the emergency room when Jim was in terrible pain. The pandemic prevented us from staying.
I am thankful that when we retuned home, knowing I was upset, Jamey came into my house to make sure I was ok. His presence comforted me.
When, Jim’s illness began to make nights difficult to sleep, Jamey came to spend nights with me. We took turns caring for Jim throughout the night, capturing sleep in another room. I watched as Jamey slept beside his dad, holding his hand so sweetly, just like when he was young.
I am thankful for Jamey’s constant support since his dad is gone; for the home repairs, the tech support, the car advice, the encouragement, the laughter and the love.
You are a kind and gentleman, Jame, and I am thankful that you are my son. I love you!
I am, also, thankful for my younger son, Jeremy. He lives out-of-town and came up for six weeks, with my son-in-law to spend time with and help care for his dad. Though we started having extra care support at night, they were not permitted to give medication. Out of love for me, Jeremy kindly offered to take over the responsibility of Jim’s medications. This required constant monitoring and connection by phone with the on-call nurse throughout the day and the night as Jim’s pain increased. Jeremy set his alarm and every four hours, rose from his sleep to administer his dad’s medication so I could sleep.
I watched as my son, Jeremy, lovingly whispered into his dad’s ear as he cared for him. Sometimes Jim would respond with a smile bringing us to tears.
Thank you, Jer, for the many ways you show love. I love you and all that you are.
As my sons took over much of Jim’s care taking, I was free to be his wife, to sit beside him and hold his hand. I was able to get a little sleep. Though I do confess that I did listen to make sure all was well. I was also free to cry and I did that a lot.
I am thankful for my dear son-in-law, Leandro, who was always nearby to give me a hug and cry with me. He did many dishes during that time and walked the dogs often, among many others things. I am thankful for the many ways he loves our family. I love you!
My sons have been amazing during this time. And though life has had to go back to some sense of “normal”, they remain close. The FaceTime calls and visits have brought more light back into my life.
And…I am so thankful.
Carol Marchant Gibbs
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