As our family stands beside the hospice bed of Mark’s mom, Wanda, today, I’m keenly aware that I’ve been very fortunate.
I knew Love was patient, but now I’ve seen Love as Richard, her husband of sixty years, answered Wanda’s questions tirelessly as her dementia progressed.
I knew Love was kind, but now I’ve watched love in action as he brushed her hair and laid out her clothes that he had laundered the day before.
I knew Love wasn’t jealous, but I realized Love as Richard stepped down from his teaching position of forty-eight years to care for her needs.
I knew Love wasn’t arrogant, but now I’ve heard Love expressed as Richard has proudly recounts Wanda’s accomplishments during her volunteer years at High Plains Hospital.
I knew Love shouldn’t act unbecomingly, but I never really knew the meaning until I watched his faulty knees get up time and again in order to redirect in her restless wandering.
I knew Love doesn’t seek its own, but Richard demonstrated this as he took Wanda out to eat twice a day for years, all when he would have rather made a sandwich at home.
I knew Love is not provoked, but seeing his calm demeanor after yet another household item was misplaced brought the statement to life before my eyes.
I knew Love does not take into account a wrong suffered, but I saw that Love manifested when the mood of her moment changed over and again.
I knew Love delights in the truth, but had never realized how insignificant the item of truth had to be for one man to truly rejoice.
Yes, I have truly been blessed. I have seen my father-in-law bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, and endure all things.
This kind of Love didn’t stem from a passionate spark of long ago.
No, his love has never failed, because his Source never failed.
Thank you Richard for being Love with skin on…both for my dear mother-in-law as well as for the rest of our family.
We are praying for you.
Richard and Wanda with my daughter Hannah and family (July 2013).