soul speak

photo of my daughter holding her grandfather's hand.

I went to visit my dad last week. His eyes were clear and bright… he looked really good. This was a change from the blank stare of recent months.

My father is in late stages of dementia and is receiving hospice care in his home. He is non-verbal and has been for a really long time.  He requires total care though does help, at times, with feeding himself when handed a spoon loaded with food.

I updated him about my family and chatted about any number of things.  He listened.

But it  was the holding hands and sitting in silence that opened my heart, our souls speaking. I could feel it, sense it. It was powerful.

When it was time to say good-bye, his eyes teared up…. and I lost it. I was so overcome with emotion that I, too, started to cry. Later, I sobbed.

This truly is a long good-bye. While it is hard to see him this way, I find comfort in his peaceful acceptance of “what is.”

Nothing to do… but be with “what is” and allow our souls to speak. 


Related posts:

The Long Good-Bye

When the Words are Gone

Quietly Slipping Away








One thought on “soul speak

  1. Dear Peggy,
    Thank you for sharing this recollection of your visit and connection with your father. Please know that I am holding you both in my heart and keeping you in my thoughts and prayers. I truly understand.
    Karen Filus


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