A caregiver doesn't just turn off the love and service and then move on to something else when his long-term ministry ends for a loved one. I anticipate a prolonged season of adjustment, listening to the Lord, celebrating our victories, grieving what has happened, and waiting for Him to show me what's next for my next season of life with the Lord.
But to give you an idea of how engrained caregiving forms within your heart, I would give anything to spend another week or day with Dad, going through all of our usual routines, fighting through the daily struggles. It's that good. He's that worth it! Another smile. Another pat on the knee or shoulder. Another morning to watch him gobble up a "sweet biscuit" (Little Debbie snack) with his coffee. Another grin while he's enjoying a meal. Another ride in the truck around town. Another chance to tuck him in bed. No price is too high to pay for that privilege.
Of course, given what he has experienced of the Lord since his departure from our world, Dad would have a different opinion about whether he would like another day of dementia down here. So, there's that, AND that really really does matter, AND that is very very real.
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