(This blog was written May 29, 2018, 8 days after my Dad died. He had a seven-week journey from his diagnosis of brain cancer to his death. Now, almost six years later, we still miss him, and my Mom and the rest of us still live in peace. For that, we are grateful! I came across it tonight and wanted to repost it. May we all live at peace, in our living and dying!)
During the last eight weeks, I have been honored to witness how peace prevails amid illness. There are so many spaces that my parents could have lacked peace. Yet from the day of my Dad’s seizure to his unexpected death, through the diagnosis of cancer and in difficult conversations about whether to seek treatment, the presence of peace was undeniable.
I remember my Dad telling a Doctor who came into his room before his biopsy was even done that he doesn’t like to discuss all the “what if” conversations. He wanted to wait until the biopsy came back and then consider what we know to be true. He had a way of setting the tone and ensuring that my Mom and Dad did not clutter their minds and hearts with unneeded thoughts.
As my parents processed that my Dad had a life-ending diagnosis, it was clear to so many that peace prevailed. In their conversations, their communications, their presence, and their hearts, their words carried peace.
Here are a few snippets from a variety of their communications:
one of the things that has surprised me some is the calmness with which (so far, at least) we have been able to accept the reality of what is.
We find ourselves in a new space and discover that there are unexpected blessings in these moments.Â
We are mostly at peace with the realities thus far, though still in some shock about how quickly and silently this has developed.Â
We are walking a path where many others have been. We pray for grace to go on, and we do have peace in our hearts.
We also continue to be blessed by being surrounded by encouragers, family members, friends and helpful advisors. Most of all we rest in the providence of the Living God who holds in the hollow of His hand.
My prognosis will have to await further information, but we wanted you all to know that we are doing well, are grateful for each day, and rest in the assurance that all of our days are in God’s hands. Blessed be the Name of the Lord.
I share this and record this so we never forget that my Dad did not fear the end of his life. He was committed to living one day at a time and trusting God to care for him, my Mom, and us!
I am so grateful to be reminded that living in peace does not mean life is without trouble. There are questions, sorrow, uncertainty, and hardship, but none of that can entirely erode our peace.
My parents lived with great courage and profound peace in living and dying.