Sunday, March 27, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
The life of the community goes on.
Pearl Boyle passed away yesterday.
I was able to visit with Doris Jean and the family early yesterday afternoon, before she passed, and had some quiet time just with Pearl. I sat on the side of her bed and held her hand and prayed for her and spoke to her a little bit. She was still breathing when I left. Hazel, her sister, and HER daughter Wanda were there, as well as Benny, Doris Jean's husband, and HIS parents. There was no shortage of love and support in the house.
I left to meet Leslie at the mechanic's to pick up our van, which was getting some work done in preparation for their trip to Louisville next week (she's soloing it with all three kids - please pray for her!). After that, we came home and I went to pick up the kids from school. When WE got home, I started doing some paperwork, expense report stuff, and along about 5:30 Wanda called to tell me that they thought Pearl had just passed away. I told her I'd be right there.
When I got there, the grief was palpable. Pearl had been sick for so long, and Doris Jean had been caring for her for so long, that though I'm sure they've worked through some if not most of their grief anticipating the event, there was still a very real sense of sorrow permeating the air. There was, to be sure, a sense of relief, at not having to wonder if she was in pain or otherwise in discomfort. Her condition was one that was so frail that it made it hard for Doris Jean to be away from her for any length of time. Church on Sunday was almost the only outing she allowed herself.
Viewing will be tomorrow night from 7-8:30, and the funeral will be on Saturday ... Holy Saturday ... at 11:00.
The family of faith is gathering. Surrounding them with not only their love and presence, but their prayers and words of comfort and encouragement as well.
The life of the community goes on.
Pearl Boyle passed away yesterday.
I was able to visit with Doris Jean and the family early yesterday afternoon, before she passed, and had some quiet time just with Pearl. I sat on the side of her bed and held her hand and prayed for her and spoke to her a little bit. She was still breathing when I left. Hazel, her sister, and HER daughter Wanda were there, as well as Benny, Doris Jean's husband, and HIS parents. There was no shortage of love and support in the house.
I left to meet Leslie at the mechanic's to pick up our van, which was getting some work done in preparation for their trip to Louisville next week (she's soloing it with all three kids - please pray for her!). After that, we came home and I went to pick up the kids from school. When WE got home, I started doing some paperwork, expense report stuff, and along about 5:30 Wanda called to tell me that they thought Pearl had just passed away. I told her I'd be right there.
When I got there, the grief was palpable. Pearl had been sick for so long, and Doris Jean had been caring for her for so long, that though I'm sure they've worked through some if not most of their grief anticipating the event, there was still a very real sense of sorrow permeating the air. There was, to be sure, a sense of relief, at not having to wonder if she was in pain or otherwise in discomfort. Her condition was one that was so frail that it made it hard for Doris Jean to be away from her for any length of time. Church on Sunday was almost the only outing she allowed herself.
Viewing will be tomorrow night from 7-8:30, and the funeral will be on Saturday ... Holy Saturday ... at 11:00.
The family of faith is gathering. Surrounding them with not only their love and presence, but their prayers and words of comfort and encouragement as well.
The life of the community goes on.
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