When the time comes...

I wonder what happens at the end of your life, that time when you are at what is the last moments of your life. I have always hoped that at that time no one would be alone and that a spirit (person or persons) would be there with you and you would not be alone. I really felt that when staying with my dad during the last few days of his hospice at his home. He seem to be acknowledging something, motioning to something and seemed to be communicating with something. When he passed, he was very lucky to have done it in the way he wanted on his terms, in his home and with most of his kids around him. Although I was sad to see him leave us I also felt he was really at peace which made it so much easier. I do believe his parents, especially his mother, came to to be with him at that time. I have heard from others that they believe someone comes and one is not alone. I pray that this is true and I wonder who that would be for me. In my heart and mind I hope it would be someone I was with who passed at the hospital in Vietnam. I remember them. Memories are always with me and I have such guilt that they passed and I did not. It is so hard to even try to attempt to explain my feelings or even try to and I'm sure it probably makes no sense to many but it is how I feel. Many years of guilt, sorrow and memories. I'm and thankful I, and others, were there at there last minutes and although far from home, they did not die alone. I will always remember and my thoughts and prayers are always with their families.

What was I thinking - I'm too old for skating.

I haven't posted for some time, not that I don't have a lot to say. I went to an Autism Roller Skating party with my grandson who is seven and we have legal guardianship of and have had him with us since he was a year old. Well, I had went to a previous party for the school a couple months before but was shaky on the skates although I was a good skater a lot of years ago. I really didn't want to go skating this time but I was worried about him so rented skates. I was doing OK and went out for one or two more go a round's. Right off the bat he and another little skater plowed into me and down all three of us went. I remember falling flat on my left side and the pain in my back, chest and finally wrist and hand. The little guys were OK luckily. My grandson was crying loudly and said I knocked them down. I don't remember it that way but maybe I did. We went to get something to eat and then got him and his cousin to our house. I took a shower and my wife said "Where are you going?" I said to the hospital and off I went. Well, my back was OK and no ribs broken but did break my wrist and a temporary cast put on. It took a couple weeks to get into an Ortho Doc and he confirmed the break and it was a little worse that first thought. I was re-casted and had a cast on for eight weeks. It'll take 8 months for things to get back to a somewhat normal state but at least I have use of my hand again and can once again do things, including typing.