I Believe in Angels #5

My last visit with Mr. W. was made on July 23, 2013.  

I still think about my last visit with Mr.W and appreciate the visits we had.

 Although everything looked the same from the hallway: the cart with treats, the white board, the open door, the darkened room with a drawn curtain - today’s visit was different.   Mr. W. was lying in bed and not sitting in his chair. When mommy gently moved the curtain, I did not run into the room as I had done before. I just walked in slowly, sat down and didn’t move.  Mr. W’s daughter who had been standing near her dad with her back toward us, turned and said, “It’s not a good time for a visit.”  So, we quietly left his room, went past the nurses' station and sadly continued our visits with other patients.  When we walked out of the second room, Mr. W.’s daughter was waiting for us.  She had been crying and said, “My dad would not have appreciated your visit today, Zoe. He…doesn’t…he…”   No more words were spoken; our eyes spoke for us.

 Mommy picked me up and  Mr. W.’s daughter hugged both of us and said, “Thank you for visiting my dad.” We knew then that Mr. W.’s earthly journey would be ending soon and that this most likely would be our last earthly visit with him and his wonderful family.  

Mommy and I left the care center that Tuesday afternoon with heavy hearts but wonderful memories of the kind, gentle man we fondly called, Mr. W..