Dropped by mum's place with the groceries tonight. Dad did not know he fainted. He was very affected by the whole episode it seems. He couldn't sleep the whole night when he got home from the hospital and kept mum up till early morning. He was reminising his life in the younger days...like his childhood home with his parents in Serangoon and when he could dance.
What touched me most was when mum told me dad was gesturing with his eyes closed and murmuring something. He raised his arms over his head then opened his palms to receive something, then opened his mouth and put his finger into his mouth. Mum bent closer to hear what he was saying...he was reciting the rosary! I believe he must have seen the Lord and was receiving Him. Mum said he looked so happy after that, and after she placed the rosary in his hands as he rested them folded on his stomach. He now has the rosary around his neck.
I feel scared. I am so afraid his time will be up soon. I guess I am already feeling sad. It's such a sad fact that we all have to go one day. What makes it sadder is to leave this world feeling sad...I think my parents are sadden that we children don't have more time to spend with them...everyone is busy with their own lives. We try to visit them every weekend as they are so old and would not be with us for very long. It's hard to talk to dad as he can't hear well nor see or speak clearly. What I do is just touch him like hold his hands and stroke his head and kiss his cheeks. I think when other senses fail, the touch is most important. I see it in babies...how they respond with happiness at being fondled, like how we ladies feel loved when our husbands or children hug us....I believe dad feels loved when I "sayang" him. He would open his eyes to look at me and smile a little. I guess when I make my mum happy, she'll be happy and make dad happy too. A hope whatever love we can give them will spread within them rather than thinking about the negatives in life.
Love
Theresa
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