Mom looked at me and asked, “You know what he is saying, don’t you?" I said yes. He wanted me there and I would be here.
Several years later, when Dad was on his deathbed, I went in to talk with him, father to son, and we had a good talk. He said he was ready and he wasn’t scared, as he had had a good life with a wonderful wife and family. He passed away two days later.
Mom was alone a lot after that, not wanting to leave her home. But she took sick one day and was put in the hospital. She went into a coma for several weeks and, one night as I was sitting there with her, I was telling her what had been going on and how much I loved her.
While I had her hand in mine, I felt her grip my hand, just like she heard everything I said. She did come out of that coma one day and asked me if she could come home with Ramona and me and live with us. I said yes and then let the family know I would need help taking care of her.
Ramona did all she could, just like she would have done if it was her mother there. My brothers and sisters did their part in visiting and doing things for Mom that she needed. One day I went into her room and told her she needed to go back into the hospital. She passed away about a week after that.
I truly believe that Mom and Dad did all they could to train and love all of us kids and that they both reside with our Lord now. The path I walk now is a straight one without too many blockages on it. I will see those two wonderful people again.
Ray "Uncle Ray" Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.