Mother’s Day, May 8, this year, Kedron’s grandfather had a stroke. He was 82. On that Monday, I pulled Little Miss out of school to go to the hospital to see him. A large number of family gathered around his bed to see him before he headed back for surgery. It was risky, and there was no guarantee he would survive.
God in His goodness, placed His healing hand on him. The doctors were continually amazed by his progress. They said stroke victims Grandpa’s age normally didn’t make it to the hospital, let alone survive surgery and rehab. It’s been a long road with many ups and downs, but as Little Miss and T-Rex say, “his teasing days are back!”
He doesn’t have any paralysis, he can carry on conversation, walk with a walker, and feed himself – he’s a miracle. His brain is still re-filing things and occasionally we will have some really funny conversations. But Saturday he came home! All along, the doctors had said he would be in months of rehab and then he’d have to go to a nursing home and then maybe, just maybe he’d go home again. Over the past month he made incredible progress in rehab, and with Grandma’s tenacity in fighting for him and standing by his side, he came home.
In the midst of this journey, Grandma and Grandpa celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. I couldn’t even find a card that said 60th on it. As Kedron and I were heading to bed last night I said, “You know, that will be us someday, taking care of each other in our old age.” He grinned and replied, “Right on!”
Their faithfulness and dedication to each other through all obstacles is such an example for all of us. I want to be like them when I grow up!