The constant thump, thump, thumping was making him crazy. “What in the world is that incessant noise?” he thought. The sky was clear except for heat lightning playing tag in the distance over the gulf waters. “Well, it’s not thunder! I’m never going to get any rest at this rate. Ugh!”
thumping slowed. He was drifting off in
fond memories of fishing with his dad, then his kids, and then his
grandkids. “Life has been such a
blessing,” he thought to himself. A
smile played across his face. “I’m so tired!”
the room, by his bedside, his children and a few of the grandchildren watched
this transformation happening on the sweet old man’s face. “What’s he thinking about, dad?” one of the
grandkids asked. “Well, if I know my
daddy, he’s thinking about fishing.” Came the reply. “Gosh, I haven’t seen him smile in a long
time!” replied another.
There was a
deep breath from the bed, a long, slow exhalation, then nothing more. A nurse, who’d been sitting on one side of
the bed, placed her stethoscope on the man’s chest, over his heart. After a few moments, she looked up with tears
of compassion in her eyes and made the announcement. All those present let out a cumulative breath
that they didn’t realize they’d been holding.
After a few
minutes of sniffling and quite sobs the eldest son bowed his head and thanked
God for this beautiful, wonderful man that he called dad. Then, the youngest grandchild whispered these
words, “I hope you catch a lot today, grandpa.
I already miss you! Good luck!”