Janice McDonald wrote: > I got a call that the old man who sold me most of my horses and gave me > Gallant Boy, told someone he would really love to see me, that his wife was > in the hospital and not doing very well and he was really broke up about it. > So I drove a hundred miles from work to the hospital, didnt get there til > around 8 PM, as soon as I walk into the room oh my, I see things are not good > at all. > Janice, you have such big heart...what a loving thing to do. > then the son tells me later when I said how bad I felt, that he felt like she > had been hanging on all day and it was > like she couldn't let go with him in the room cause the instant he walked out > and the door closed she stopped breathing. is that weird or what?!? > Happens all the time. Many times you have to tell the person dying it is okay to go.... > he told me, everyone, said it several times, that he didnt want to go on > without her, that he wished he could go with her. I told him he needed to > stick around to help us with our horses cause he knew so much. Gosh I didnt > know what to say. You said exactly the right thing. By just being there, you helped give him strength.
Trish
