Music to My Ears

Yesterday something happened that I honestly thought would never happen again.

I've haven't heard this sound in a very long while and wasn't sure if that part of his brain could any longer perform in this way. . .

On Tuesdays the kiddos and I spend part of our day with Jon's Dad. I've been pretty vague on here about his health condition. . . partly because we don't really have a definitive diagnosis . . . the other part because he is a well-respected, well thought of man in our community. . . and Jon's mom was trying to keep it on the down-low for as long as she could. . . so, I certainly didn't want to blab anything on the blog that someone might read. . .

Anyhoo. . . let's just say he can't remember things like he used to and he's not able to do things he used to. Jon's Daddy is a brilliant man. . . sweet, heart of gold. . . he's the real deal.

Many, many years ago for Christmas one year GiGi surprised Granddaddy with a baby grand piano. . . it's beautiful, I tell you.

For a long time I haven't heard Granddaddy play the piano. I think we all thought that was something he could not longer do. . . that this disease that plagues him had stripped his memory of. . .

Well. . . yesterday, the kiddos and I were over there after VBS. Sometimes we take him out to lunch, but GiGi made lunch for us yesterday. As I was warming it up, I hear this catchy tune played on the piano . . . a tune that took my memory back to their old house. . .

Granddaddy was playing the piano. I was so excited!!!! I started dancing and encouraged the kids to dance with me. This was great! I couldn't wait to get home and tell Jon!! Little glimpses like this give me hope that maybe, just maybe, his health condition is for a season and it won't turn into or become what it is predicted to do . . . prayfully hoping . . .

His Tombstone Will Read. . .

"I told you I had a fever."

Earlier in the week Jon came home from working out of town. He had not been feeling well. He asked me if he had a fever.

I did the forehead kiss test. . . which is very tried and true when it comes to my kids.

I told him, "No, you feel fine to me."

He got up anyway and got the thermometer.

Sure enough, the man had a fever.

He said, "You're just like Mama. Every time Daddy was sick he'd tell her he had a fever, and she'd tell him no he didn't."

Laughter. . . oh yeah, I had forgotten.

Jon's Dad used to tell his Mom that on his tombstone he wanted it put, "I told you had a fever".

Sometimes I forget who Jon's Dad used to be. He's been battling a form of dementia for a couple of years now. Although is still one of the greatest men I have ever known, sometimes it really slips my mind who he used to be. The LORD is so good and gracious to all of us. There are times when Jon's Dad will act like his old self. . . glimpses here, glimpses . . . but oh so refreshing.