It’s well known that scroll 2 from Og Mandino’s “The Greatest Salesman in the World” is my favorite scroll. The Blessings to live so much of my life by the principles and practice of this scroll I am exceedingly grateful for. There’s a familiar gratitude and exultation that I’ve become accustomed to feeling when reading this scroll.
This week there’s an entirely different level. This one sentence has become my repetitive thought. There’s a sobering of it’s full responsibility and potency. The Hospice nurse called and from her words and tone of voice every cell in my body responded that my 94 yr old father’s death was imminent. I am grateful for the family and friend’s loving support that helped me travel to be with my father.
There were conversations with my brothers and my heart felt so vulnerable. When I could finally be with my father, I stroked his brow, held his hand and sat in silence with him. “I build bridges so that my love may enter their souls”. My father and I have an incredibly deep bond. However, as much as he adores me, it’s not his nature to always be able to receive my love. The Hospice nurse came and checked his lungs and declared that the pneumonia had cleared. My father is very weak with a mind that is very coherent.
So I remembered my mantra: “I build bridges so that my love may enter their souls”. There’s been an awarness of a deepening, stilling and preciousness. It was the love he received. My presence brought him more peace. He’s honored me by sharing what he can of his final transition.
God Bless my father.