In Dad's last year, "yes", "no", "ok", or "alright" were his primary words. Sentences were still possible, but very rare. Sometimes, Dad spoke gibberish words and phrases. Sometimes, "yes" meant "no". Sometimes, "no" meant "yes". When he strung a few words together, that was a special treat and blessing. I smiled and rejoiced every time.
I have no doubt that the Lord untied his tongue and freed him to bless me with a few beautiful words just when I needed the blessing. When he was tired of sitting around the house, he would say "let's go." Often, I would grab the keys and say "ok". I didn't matter where we went. A drive to the farm or to town to run an errand usually met the need of the hour. He could be honest when asked something and simply say "I don't know". When asked if his coffee was good, he could say "it sure is". When asked how he was feeling, he would usually say "I feel OK", and for the most part, because of his overall good physical health, that was true too. When told "I love you, Dad", he would always reply "I love you too." My goodness, I needed to hear those words and never got tired of them. And yes, I miss hearing those words.
Even when he spoke gibberish, I told him I understood. Somehow I did. God be praised!
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