Today when Al woke up he was irritable once again. I gave him his medications and let him watch Dr. Charles Stanley.

After the program was over a volunteer arrived and together we bathed Al. He whimpered because it hurts so bad when he has to be moved. I noticed an open area on his ear and he had some catheter issues.

I called Hospice and his favorite nurse came out and spent not only time fixing the problems but some quality time with him going back over memories. Al has known this nurse since she was in her teens.

She used to fill a pop machine and when Al was there he would watch her and then follow her through the store. I think Al always thought she was a pretty girl. Finally the owner would have to tell Al to stop and he would leave waving bye and with a big smile. Al and I have been going to this same place ever since we have been kids. The owner always understood Al’s mentality and I will forever remember how kind everyone in the store was to him.

Even as of months back I would take Al in his wheelchair to go in and visit and eat in their lunch counter. No one went without saying hello to Al and asking how he was.

So the time between the two was special today. There was some two-sided conversation too. Al was able to say the name of the store. I don’t know about the nurse but I could hear Al sobbing from the living room.

Other visitors came today also and I have to say there were tears and hand holding and pizza shared. Conversations turned to God and before I knew it we were sharing our own Bible study right here in my living room.

Later the door opened and a surprise visitor came in. It was my friend. I had insisted she did not come up, but she usually doesn’t listen to me. I am not the happiest girl in the whole USA, and there are times that being alone is better than ruining others days.

Al has made it pretty clear through his gibberish talk that he wants to go to heaven pretty bad. Sometimes we could hear him ask how does he go to heaven? It was just then that a minister knocked on the door.

I let him in and he went straight to Al’s room and prayed for him. Al had quite a few visitors today.

There were many emotions running through the house. Al’s oxygen levels continue to drop. He didn’t get much sleep today.

I was just in there offering him supper. He did eat a small jar of baby food. I was not surprised as he had not eaten lunch.

He began to cry and jabber again but this time I couldn’t understand anything. I hope he was praying and I hope God is listening.