Saturday, December 10, 2011

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me ...
I once was lost but now am found,
was blind, but now, I see.

T'was Grace that taught
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far ...
and Grace will lead us home.




Dad passed away yesterday, December 9th, at 11:43am and although he had put up a mighty struggle - to recover and walk again after the fall (photo from PT at Hampton), and over many years to deal with debilitating vascular dementia - he let go and is now at peace.

He received great care along the way - Holly Hall, Methodist Hospital, the Hampton Post Oak and finally the Houston Hospice. I have to say that the staff, volunteers and lovely facility on Holcombe were a great comfort to all of us in the end. The staff was constantly checking on Dad (and us) and keeping us apprised of changes in his status. The volunteers were all around, visiting with us and staying with Dad if we needed to step out for a while.

Shortly before he passed away, a music therapy volunteer came by and offered to sing a few songs that Dad might like. She told us that she would like to sit on a stool at the foot of the bed and place the bottom of her guitar on the bed near Dad's feet - stating that the vibrations from the guitar can be felt by the patient and it is very comforting.

Ed, Mary, me, Kent and Memphis were in the room and after playing several old, familiar tunes she offered to sing something religious. We opted for Amazing Grace and it was sad, but lovely. I think the music was just what we all needed - Dad too - and afterward she gave Memphis a quick music lesson, letting him strum the guitar.

Kent and Memphis headed for the gardens and Jerry arrived shortly after. We began the debate about where Jerry should pick up our lunch and once the focus was shifted away, suddenly there was another change in Dad's breathing. He was letting go, and we surrounded him and said goodbye. It was his time and was very peaceful.

Many adjustments are ahead of us, but we know that he is no longer weighed down by an old, painful body and has moved on to a better place. And that is Amazing Grace.

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