…Not hearing the downstairs bathroom door reopen, I decided to go back down and check on Cary. Perhaps I could give him some stomach medicine, get him some water, or run a hot bath for him. I could see through the louvered door that he was slumped over, apparently sleeping.
Cary was a funny guy when it came to sleeping. His pillow was a very thin “pancake” that we teased him about. Often on a cold afternoon, he would sleep flat out on our warm hardwood living room floor with no pillow. In the summer heat, I would often find him asleep on the cool grass outside. Working late at night, he would fall asleep leaning over on his drafting table. In the kitchen earlier that morning, I had noticed his Bible opened to 1 Samuel 12 on the table, and figured he had fallen asleep after reading it hours before.
At first I didn’t think much of his bathroom sleeping spot. I stood there at the closed door for a minute, and then looked closer through the slat openings to see if his breathing was steady. Then I quietly and slowly opened the door so as not to disturb his rest.
Not seeing his chest moving in and out, I placed my hand on his back, and there was nothing—no rise and fall, no heartbeat, no movement….
Tears….speechless. Thank you for sharing.
Akia
This is going to be tough read for me for sure. Emotional! I look forward to every turning page. Thank you for sharing!
Sherri – You have a very fluid and easy to read style. Thank you for writing this book. Let us know when it is published.
Yours in Christ,
Carl & Esther Bobb