Learning how to live from the dying…

I’m sitting in the room where my Daddy’s dying. I’m prompted by so many recent observations to conclude that the dying can teach us so much about how to live. Here are a few thoughts:

1. Health issues: there are ways to avoid many health problems. If you don’t like what your dearly departed died of, don’t live the lifestyle he/she lived. While I’m grieved that my dad’s kidney failure and cancer finally wore him out, I’m so proud of him for doing the best he could to make good health choices.

My dad was teaching us about vitamins when we were little…we’d have contests about who could take the most of those nasty-tasting brewer’s yeast tablets in one swallow. I won a lot! :) My father didn’t drink any alcohol (a pity, in my opinion…wine’s good for you in moderation…and don’t argue with me…it’s a moot point!) and didn’t smoke. After he was diagnosed with cancer 15 or 16 years ago, he ate all sorts of weird stuff…different kinds of seaweed and algae and things no one can pronounce, all blended together…yuck! But that’s probably what extended his life so long.

How people handle stress also has a lot to do with their quality of life, longevity and susceptibility to illness, particularly various cancers and digestive disorders. My father did not deal well with stress. He was afflicted with tremendous passivity in response to marital and parenting issues. His only coping method was “stuffing”. He didn’t know how to work through conflict and so he just avoided it, which did not enhance communication and relationship in our family.

2. My father has no close friends in the local area. That’s sad. He is dying here at home with just my husband and our children (except for Melodie, our oldest, who is in California at Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry…even more wild, crazy and awesome than it sounds!!  http://www.ibethel.org/schools/ministry/?page=27…), my uncle (Dad’s sister’s husband, Lawrence McAllister, Sr.) and the hospice workers who come in from time to time. His other dear brother-in-law, Jackson McAllister, and his niece Lyn and her husband Arthur, precious kin-folk for sure, were down here from British Columbia for a few days last week. 

Arthur, Dave Hopkins, and Lyn

My mother and my brother are not here. That relationship was severed years ago. May the Lord work his restoring, cleansing, healing power in those relationships through my father’s death.

My father, though very friendly and always eager to share the Gospel of God’s Salvation through Jesus Christ of Nazareth, found it difficult to be transparent enough and lacked the social skills to connect through casual conversation and develop long-term deep relationships with people. I think people thought of him, at least until a few years ago, as a pleasant, friendly man. He didn’t know how to have a casual conversation about anything other than Jesus, the only area he felt confident talking about. He wasn’t really into sports and though he loved listening to political talk shows, rarely entered conversations on the topic. Well, my dear Daddy’s about to enter a whole new real of real relationships in Heaven where nothing is hidden and love abounds.

Recommendations:

For health matters: http://www.mercola.com/ While there’s much I disagree with, there’s even more that is fabulous, solid health information you will not find anywhere else…good articles on many subjects. It’s the first place I start my research when looking for health-related information.

For “how to eat to live” (as opposed to “dieting,” generally thought of as a temporary remedy for lifelong health issues!), I recommend 2 books: The Maker’s Diet by Jordan Rubin  (http://www.makersdiet.com/ for the website, also available in book form from Amazon.com and major bookstores) and Body by God by Ben Lerner, in book form (including the FABULOUS “40 Day Extreme Makeover…by God” companion book…excellent!)

For spiritual matters: http://www.extremeprophetic.com/ or our church’s site http://www.therock.org/

More fabulous, life-changing resources, links and eyebrow-raising recommendations to come in future posts. :)

God is so good!

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3 Responses to “Learning how to live from the dying…”

  1. girlatdesk Says:

    I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you are losing your father. But, praise God that he will be going to a glorious and wonderful place. That one day you will see him again.

    Thanks for the tips on living. You said so many right things. Things I need to live by. Handling stress being the main thing I need to do better.

    God bless.

  2. FirstKnight Says:

    Well, it’s Tuesday morning…

    For the second night in a row, in the wee hours of the morning, I stood by his bedside looking at him and wondering how he could continue to survive even if just because of the position he’s in. The nurse had assured me that with his torso propped up and his head lying back as though looking through half-closed lids at where the wall touches the ceiling on the other side of the room is not only the most effecient for his breathing but is probably the most comfortable as well. My fixation is probably from my own experiences of trying to be comfortable while simply lying on my back. Since I’m one of those tummy or side sleepers, I’m seldom comfortable for more than five minutes flat on my back. So, my urge to turn him over in an effort to do something, anything, while I stand helplessly at his side in the unusual quiet of our house while everyone sleeps.

    Stevie continues to be the stalwart in this situation as her dad lies wasting away while waiting for angels to come and lift him up, as I’m sure they will. I, on the other hand, am constantly visited by reminders of experiences long past. Memories of my own father become very vivid as I think of things I don’t remember ever thinking about before. I remember the sound of his breathing as he lay in a hospital room as I sat with him, pressing my face to his hand. Nobody else was there and I wished so much that I could talk with him, as we had never talked before. He died several hours later without waking. I was twenty and until this moment I’d seen my dad only once since I had enlisted in the Navy when I was seventeen. Stevie’s dad has had numerous instances where her love has been demonstrated. I don’t recall ever telling my dad I loved him.

    Other memories come flooding over me as I sit in his room in the quietness of night, memories I’d just as soon put off. But they come in waves and it’s not Pepe I’m thinking of as I sit by his bed. He’s secure in his waiting, and I know that I will see him again when I go to join all those who know Jesus. But for now, I hold back tears and tell him good night, imagining he hears me, and go off to bed on the off-chance I might find sleep before daylight begins a new day.

    God bless those who pray for us during this time.

    A loving husband and son-in-law…

  3. FirstKnight Says:

    From Stevie’s husband

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