The Toothpick
Today (January 13, 2015), two of my sisters, my dad’s wife Eva, and myself were with my father as he was transitioning to departing this life and entering into the next. We all knew that we only had a few hours left with this good man and we wanted to enjoy the time we had with him. My sister Connie shared a simple antidote about dad that I thought would be good to write about.
She described a recent request from him. He wanted a toothpick so he could remove the food that was caught between his teeth. Connie told us that she went to the nurse’s station to inquire about whether or not they had one. They didn’t but they knew where they could find a couple for him. They went into another patient’s room and borrowed some (I shouldn’t say borrowed because I don’t believe he wanted them back).
This simple act of kindness was meaningful to Dad and to Connie. After cleaning his teeth he just let the toothpick rest on his lower lip, moving it from side to side just as natural as we remember him always doing.
As I thought about this simple little experience I was strongly impressed with how the little comforts of life can be such a blessing to us. At the moment Dad got the toothpick he was excited because an annoying piece of food was about to be removed from his teeth and he could get on with the visit.
What a great blessing it is to be able to understand, appreciate and share with our children the simple things of life.
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