Poem

This poem was just written by one of my friends:  Andrew J. Schroeder.

His father is dying of Lung Disease.  He and I talk often about our parents.  He’s my OTR truck driving friend.

Parental Care

We care for our parents now in their final days, yet it has become in it’s own way a blessing.
There is no burden:  It’s not duty.
It is born out of love.
The roles are reversed and we are now the caregivers.
Gently leading them to their final reward.
Freeing them from fear, inspiring confidence in their Creator.
Thank the Lord for these final days filled with love, reconciliation and strengthening of earthly bonds.
Preparing our parents for Heaven and being in the presence of God’s glory.
Providing peace and comfort with respect and honor.

Amen.