It's kind of a surreal experience to read and digest this news as I sit beside the bedside of my mother while she sleeps. If I calculate correctly, Mother is the same age and also suffers from dementia. (I believe Elizabeth Elliot lived with dementia for over 10 years.)
An album of Fernando Ortega (YouTube) is playing in the background. "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing." I'm having a sort of personal revival in Room 403 of the Special Care Unit. How graciously the Lord is ministering to me.
(And it's only the first day of my Faux-Gethsemani week.
Explanation of that to follow in another post. Maybe.)