Throughout my 8.5 years as an ICU nurse, I sat beside many people as they took their last breath. Today, I keep thinking of the first time I sat and held someone’s hand as they ventured into eternity.
It was 11 years ago tonight that I rushed home after receiving the call that “it was time”. There are many things about that night that will forever be imprinted on my mind from the sound of the thunderstorm outside to the look on my Dad’s face as in his delirium he reached into the air saying, “I just want a piece of tomorrow.” But today what keeps running through my head are some of his last words:
“I love Jesus. I really love Jesus. I have joy in my heart and peace in my soul and I really love Jesus.”
I can’t think of a better testament to my Dad’s life than those words. What a way to go! I pray that when it is my time that I can have a similar testimony, but I know that I have a lot of growth yet before I am there.