Just some thoughts:
First, no I am not referring to the song the Dixie Cups made famous back in the late 1950s’.
He received one of those early morning this is not a good time to be receiving a call from his Dad. He was told that his mother had been taken to the hospital and was going to have serious heart surgery the following day.
The following afternoon found the son at the beside of his mother. The nurses were coming in and out preparing her for surgery. “Thank you for coming” were the words to him from his mother. Time came and she was then wheeled to the surgical floor There was a chapel on the fifth floor of the hospital one floor below where he currently was with his mother.
Shortly after she was taken from her room he walked to the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor. Walking into the chapel the lights were dim and he noticed no one else was there. He sat down, bowed his head in the chapel and tried to put himself in the operating room.
Three hours later the doctor in his surgical dress came and spoke with he and the family. “I think she will be fine,” he said. “In a few days she should be able to go home.”
That day came. He and his father were there to assist and take her home. Just a bit before leaving her room the son excused himself for just a short few minutes. He then rode the elevator again to the fifth floor. The chapel door was open, it always was. It always is.
Evidently the son’s thoughts were if one goes to a chapel “To speak about a matter–put in a request” it is only fitting they return to that chapel to “acknowledge the outcome of that request.”
Simply it is called saying ” thank you.” Sadly too often people fail to say those two words.
January 4, 2018
Posted October 20, 2018