It's Wednesday night about 11:00 pm. Tim and Liz dropped me off after my visit to see Phil and although he couldn't speak, he told me so much through his eyes.
He told me he loves me.
He told me he loves our children.
He told me he is fighting hard.
He told me he knows when I am in the room.
It's hard to describe the fear and difficulty of these past few days so I won't... but rather reflect on the blessings received.
The blessing of His love and favor.
The blessing of the angels on the scene.
The blessing of the team of doctors and nurses.
The blessing that the heart attack happened at a hospital.
And as Phil would probably say..the blessing that his bike is still intact. :)
I have been reading the posts on this blog, the facebook messages, texts, and e-mails. They bring me great comfort and I am saving them all and reading them to Phil. If I don't answer right away it's only because every ounce of my being right now is focused on Phil because he truly is the love of my life.
It's starting to rain and so I will close...Phil and I love to cuddle up and listen to it rain.
Rhonda, what you wrote was just beautiful. I know that you are the love of Phil's life too.... Not just in how he talks about you or how he lights up when he talks about you but because he has said those exact words. I know that just you being there is the best medicine he could possibly have. We continue to pray for all of you and think of you constantly.
ReplyDeleteI just want to run out and go to a concert so we can call Phil on the cell phone with the loud music playing in the background...just to say, "Hi." I am not sure how that got to be our ritual... but it is... Any concert, and we always call Phil. And he always listens and pretends he can hear us, even though I know he can't hear a word we are saying... but he knows we think about him. :)
Always in our hearts, Paul & Lisa