The clouds hung low on Tuesday, and lightning cut through the sky as the rain poured down. After sharing many Tuesdays with Earl, I could feel this would be our last. We usually listened to Ray Charles, but today I put Marvin Gaye on and turned it up louder than the thunder could rumble. As Marvin sang, we checked him from head to toe and put pillows every which way so he could sit tall and comfortably. If he was going to heaven soon, I wanted to be sure a king had his proper throne.
All the blankets were tucked and straightened, and I smoothed his hair into place so he could be perfect. He had been holding on a long time; he wasn't in any pain or distress on the outside, but I wanted him to know he was going to be alright. "Earl," I said, holding his still-proud shoulders, not sure if he could hear me or the music, "You are going to be ok." He returned my gaze and let me know he had heard me. "Mercy, Mercy Me" was playing, and whenever I hear it I see Earl as I last did, sitting proud and peaceful.
No one but God knows how or when it will be our time. But I do know that on that day, after the sky poured its heart out, the rain stopped, the clouds parted, and heaven made room for Earl. With my deepest sympathies for your family and for your loss, Elisabeth