When he lays in a hospital bed and begs you to get the Catholic priest, what do you do? I’ll be the first to admit, our religious life knows no bounds. We loved a trip up the canyon to chant with the Monks, a Christmas Eve or bake sale with the Presbyterians, Obon festival with the Buddhists, UCC concerts, Lutheran lunch, Mexican dinner with the Catholics, cub scouts with the Mormons, Cowboy Church, service projects with the Masons, Greek festival with the Greek Orthodox, fundraising with the Shriners. On this day, after staring out this window for six days, he asked me to get the Priest to come pray with him. This shouldn’t be hard right? Well I bundled up and headed to church. What are the chances I walk in the doors and find a clergy person with free time to come pray with someone having a short, and getting shorter by the hour stay next door at a facility? I opened the door and there ready to leave is none other than Father Reuse. I explained my situation, and we had a chuckle about the funeral director needing a Priest for the living and he sang “Amanda” to me for good measure. We went back to the care center, and John Garcia and Father Reuse visited and hopefully prayed, while I talked with the discharge nurse about our next step, transfer home. We were headed out TODAY! The insurance was done paying and we were done staying. I made some quick phone calls and tried to figure how we would get him inside and up the stairs and how he would sleep in a non moveable bed or how I’d get a hospital bed on the weekend because they aren’t emergency equipment and are only delivered Monday-Friday. I remember walking out with Father Reuse looking through tear filled eyes, wondering how. Little did I know.
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