Of Death...and Dehydration

Once again I have been MIA on this blog due to family circumstances...and lack of photos due to a missing camera cord (but that's another story!)  My dear grandmother, Margaret Christian, took a fall back in January and has not recovered from it.  She contracted a bacterial infection while at rehab and is basically bedridden and dependent on 24 hour care now.  She is home and under hospice care, which includes being cared for by many family members including my mother and youngest sister.  I have had the privilege of caring for her one night/day, and I was so honored to have that opportunity.  My grandmother was my closest physical relative for many years as my parents served as missionaries in far-away Chile, South America.  She cared for me and all of her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren in so many ways.  Caring for her now with honor and respect is the least we can do.  She is ready to go home to Heaven and see her husband and siblings and even a granddaughter who have preceded her in death.  And of course, she longs to see her Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, whom she loved and served while here on Earth.  We are praying that she will enter Glory quietly and peacefully, in her sleep.  She will be missed!

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Now the funny story...most children who come to their parents' bedside in the middle of the night and want a drink would say, "I'm thirsty," right?  Well not my Benjamin!!  Last night, a little before 3 a.m., I sensed a presence next to my bed (and, might I add, it is ALWAYS on my side of the bed!).  When I came to enough to figure out who it was and ask what he wanted, his response was, "I'm dehydrated."  Where does he come up with this stuff??  So I said, "So you want a drink?"  Why of course, that's what he wanted...at 3 a.m...on my side of the bed.  No wonder I'm tired tonight...maybe I'm dehydrated, too?!

:)