I think I define a good part of my life by helping others. Watching a friend’s children, covering a class, loaning someone my car. Don’t know if it is my Christian upbringing or the sense of helplessness that I had as a child in a large family (10) where both my parents were alcoholics. Doesn’t really matter where it came from, the point is that I feel best about myself when I am helping someone else. So when I can’t help someone, I feel a little sick to my stomach and a LOT useless.
My step-father is just lying there. The longer he lies there, the drier his lips get. His hands and feet begin to swell. And there is nothing I can do for him. I touch his shoulder. I sing him a song. I cover him with a blanket. But there is nothing that I can actually do. I feel a bit sick and a lot of helplessness. Dear Lord, please be with Ed. Please heal him and let him know how loved he is. Amen.