Wednesday, March 3, 2010

got to clear my mind

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

My Dad is not really getting any better. He is in the last stages of cirrhosis (Out of stages A, B, and C... he is a C). The doctors arn't really saying how long he will live. Could be three months, could be three years. I guess it all depends on his body and his will to survive. He hasn't been looking good the last couple of days. My Mom is threatening to take him back to the hospital. It seems this is the way the rest of his life will be spent. In and out of the E.R. Not sure what to make of all of this. I think I am in a little bit of denial (and I'm not talkin' about the river). But denial is not so bad. I can't really sit around and be sad all day. So in the mean time we are praying and doing all we can to see him saved.

3 comments:

Kathy McElhaney said...

Sarrah,
I'm sorry to hear about your dad. Will continue praying for him and your family. God is able!

Anonymous said...

Thanks. It was so nice meeting you in Fresno. Did you get to talk to Caleb?

Anonymous said...

We'll continue to pray for his salvation first, then his healing! Bev