Hospital Bed

 I've just put in an order with The Arc to pick up our marital bed on Monday morning so that a hospital bed can be delivered Monday afternoon.

He is so weak now.

On Sunday he came out to sit in his wingback and suddenly made a face.  

"I've dirtied myself," he said when I asked.  I asked if he needed the movable toilet and he said "No, I've already."  So I spread some newspapers under his feet, got his walker to help him stand up, stripped his dirty clothes off him, cleaned his butt, got a fresh nightie on him and then got him to the bedroom where I got some pullups on him.  

In some ways, this is a privilege.  If I can hold that in my heart.  To birth the love of one's life into the next world.  

Advent.  

Ralph Richardson and Denholm Elliot

On the plus side, I had a wonderful time watching and talking about the movie Holly and the Ivy last night with the Trinity Film folks. Great family Christmas story from a play written in 1951.  Beautifully filmed and still very theatrical, it presents a family drama of Christmastime revelations as a Parson (played by the great Ralph Richardson) comes to realize he might be spending too much time with the congregation and not enough time with his family.  Written by Wynward Brown, who had a parson for a father.