As you can see, I talked to GOD.
He told me to stare up at the sky and squeeze my nipples...hard. GOD was naughty. I'm a sport, so I obliged. If nothing else, I knew it would make a great shot. I decided NOT to post that picture and posted this instead. I didn't want to offend any readers.
I went to visit Dad in the nursing home today. His "GIRLS" (UCONN women's basketball team) were on and playing strong. He loves his girls. They know the fundamentals of basketball. They're fierce. They're determined. They respect their coach.
I found Dad fast asleep in the dining room - drooling. His lunch untouched. His pants soaking wet. His hearing aid missing. His dentures sagging. His hair uncombed.
Dad loves food.
Dad knows he's handsome.
Dad is stubborn.
I wheeled him into his room and turned on the TV.
NO sports channel.
$425.00 a day and no sports.
"Put on the game?" demands Dad.
"It's not on Dad. They play next Sunday"
"Ohhh kay" sighs Dad.
Again, I talked to GOD. I asked him why? This time, GOD is silent.
Less than a week ago, Dad laid in a hospital bed, screaming in pain. I told him it was okay to go. That I would be fine.
"OKAY" he said, "I'm going to start now."
15 minutes later, he opened his eyes ...wide and asked, "got any candy?"
I have 8 candy bars hidden in his bedside drawer. Today, Dad doesn't want candy.
Here... at the nursing home, no one walks.
Most don't talk, except for several of the women.
One moans. Every 12 seconds she lets out a loud moan.
Another screams, "help me, help me please!"
The others call out for their mother. "MaMa, where are you?" "MaMa?... MaMa!... MaMa?" ...over and over again.
The men are silent. This is how they cope.
"He talks?" asked his 3 to 11 nurse, after 5 days of caring for him.
YES, he talks. And less than two weeks ago, he walked.
I asked the doctors, nurses and aids, if any of the men call out for their parents.
I asked the doctors, nurses and aids, if any of the women call out for their fathers.
Isn't THAT peculiar?
Is it generational?
Is it genetics?
Is it nurture or nature?
Will the children of our time - those actively raised by both parents - will they crave their Daddy's when their time is near?
Does anyone call out for GOD, or their priest, chaplain, or minister?
NO... just their MaMa's.
Not Mother, or Mom - its always "MaMa"
Typically, the first spoken word.
Today, when I visited my father, I wheeled him down the corridors...
Past the TV room, the solarium, the Koi pond, and the library...
Past the line of wheelchairs, the blank stares and the drooping, drooling mouths...
Past the sparse, single and double occupied rooms tightened in vibrant floral bedspreads with dusty silk flowers on the window sills and starving artist paintings on the wall...
I asked my father if he knew anyone.
"Yes" he answered, "Jesus is here."
"Have you talked to him?" I asked.
"No, you talk to him," he ordered.
It's time I talk to Jesus.
I was just reminded that I did, in fact, talk to Jesus. Time to talk to Jesus AGAIN... maybe a text.