Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Communicating Love

When my Dad was dying, when his limbs started turning blue, he sent me home. He wanted to die alone.

However, when I got home, the phone rang, it was Dad. I said, "Dad, you just sent me home! Why are you calling?

He said, "I just want to be sure the lines of communication are open."

Those were the last words he ever spoke to me. After a lifetime of poor communication, to have those be his last words, was simply love.

9 comments:

msayers said...

That's a beautiful story, Maury. When my father died, we were not talking to each other. All happens as it must, but yours feels better.

No One In Particular said...

Lovely, Maury, nice of you to share that.

Maury Lee said...

MSayers -I spent a number of years not talking to my father, and it was only when he was dying that he invited me to "let him have it."

He really didn't want to die without his children having their own pound of flesh. I, at least, took the bait and it turned out well.

Maury Lee said...

Well, Sue, we are all sharing. The short note on my Dad dying came to me from reading on another blog, a poignant description of another death. We're all just sharing the love.

Mary said...

That's so beautiful. Thank you, Maury.

Svante Odmark said...

How incredibly beautiful!

Nicholas (Conscious Flex) said...

Wow this made my eyes a little watery to read. Thank you for sharing such beauty Maury!

Sheila Anderson said...

I read your 'story'! Wow! I can't wait for the next chapter! I Am glad you made your peace with your Father before he died. I work for Hospice and see a lot of 'fear' turn to 'acceptance' after Peace has been made. By the way. I didn't circumcise my sons and they were made fun of for having foreskins! I don't know if I read it wrong but after the line about the Belgian's boiling milk is something missing?

Maury Lee said...

I answered your comment on the the blog, "Heart of Darkness revisited.
http://heartofdarknessrevisited.blogspot.com