"By the 19th Century, mourning behaviour in England had developed into a complex set of rules. Women wore heavy, black clothing, and heavy veils of black crepe. The ensemble was known as "widow's weed's (from the Old English "Waed" meaning "garment". At the beginning of our marriage, Neal and I dreamed about how our marriage would be: where we would live and what we would do. God has been faithful to make that dream come true.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
OUR CHILDREN
December 24, 2011
Kevin, Neal's son, and his family came and stayed in the Navy Lodge. He is a retired Navy nurse and was so much help to me during this time. Jeaneal, Neal's daughter, came and brought her dog Roxie and stayed just up the street in a local hotel. My daughter,Shirley, lives in Mobile so she was able to come and stay with Neal. My son, Gary, lives in Houston and he was able to come, too. Neal and I have been married for 38 years and all of our children and grandchildren love and respect each other.
December 25, 2011
Dear Children,
Up until yesterday, Dad was in a drug fog. Yesterday, he was very alert and his mind was clear. In the afternoon, he told me he was going to refuse all treatment and he wanted to go home. We had an appointment with Hospice this afternoon. They will send a hospital bed to the condo tomorrow morning between 9:30 and 10:30. We will transport Dad home by ambulance. He is very happy with his decision and I am supporting him in this decision.
“When peace like a river attendeth my soul,
When sorrows like sea billows roll.
Whatever my lot Thou has caused me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.”
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