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Original Post Date: 2006-12-30 Time: 00:00:00 Posted By: Jan
[Even the pastor who gave Richard’s funeral told this story – but this story actually originates from my mother.
When we visited Richard in hospital just over 2 weeks ago, we did so with the express purpose of saying goodbye to him. And for some moments he was conscious and able to speak to us, and we were able to talk to him and to say our final goodbyes.
His wife and children were there and we thought that it was not good to keep the children, especially his ten year old son in the dark about the fact that his father would never return home.
So I discussed quite openly with his wife, in earshot of the children, what she would do when Richard dies and that given his state of suffering it would be the best thing we could pray for – for him.
But this also did upset his 10 year old son somewhat that evening. And he became very sad and lay on his bed crying and talking about committing suicide.
So in stepped my 86 year old mum, and this is how she dealt with the situation. I was within earshot, and this is what she told Richard’s little boy.
She told him that people are like flowers in Jesus’s garden. The garden is filled with lots and lots of beautiful flowers. But every so often, Jesus will come and he will pick a flower to be with him. All the flowers belong to Jesus. Sometimes he will pick old flowers, but not always. Jesus will decide which flower is to be picked. In this case, he came and he picked the most beautiful flower of all to be with him, and that flower was his dad, Richard.
So that’s what my mum told his little boy. It had such an effect on him that he never again spoke of suicide. Much later still, the little boy repeated the same story to his little 4 year old sister. Richard’s wife heard this and was amazed by it.
And so the story did the rounds and Richard’s wife told it to the pastor and the pastor told the story during the funeral service!!! (Unfortunately, the pastor did not know that the story originated from my dear old Mum! She has the copyright on that one!)
My old Mum has a way with all children that is quite marvellous really.
I don’t think I’m too bad with kids either. Having always been something of a person who sits quietly in the corner, I never imagined that I would be capable of being good with children, but somehow I seem to have quite an effect on them. I enjoy playing with children on their level, and between my mom and I we can cheer kids up and soon they are happy and playing.
Richard’s little daughter is extremely forward and outgoing. I must tell you this funny story. When Richard was first diagnosed with cancer, and we visited him 3 years ago in East London immediately after his first brain op, his little daughter was at the time 1 year old. She was crawling around, and somewhere she discovered a little black baby girl. But… she wanted to play… and would you believe, his little daughter would grab the little black baby girl by the feet and drag her whereever she wanted to take her? So there you had these two small baby girls, and Richard’s little girl was the dominant one! When the black baby wanted to crawl away, she would grab her by the foot and drag her into the ward! I’m telling you – she had “captured” that little baby and was in total control of her! We all had a good laugh at her. Eventually, the black baby’s parents came and rescued her from the attentions of Richard’s little girl!!
But she’s remained very forward and outgoing! When she saw me a few weeks ago, she said to me, “I won’t leave you alone!” She was quite cheeky, and even Richard battled to control her exurberance!
But I had no problem… I discovered that like most children she was ticklish and I would tickle her and in that way, I managed to control her.
Yesterday she came to me and said, “look how smooth my legs are!” So I said to her “show me?” And she lifted her little leg and I’d tickle her under her foot. Then she’d quickly pull her leg away – caught off guard! Then, devilishly I’d say to her, show me again?
I’m the only person in whose presence she actually behaves! She doesn’t listen to anyone else. I play with the kids, but in a way that I still dominate them and they still have to respect me.
I find I do ok with kids. I like toys and games and I get down and play with the kids in a way that other adults don’t. I’m not afraid to “be a kid” – so I play games with them and teach them things. I taught Richard’s son checkers the other day and now he loves the game! I told him when he’s older I’ll teach him chess. I bought him some soldiers and an armoured vehicle and helicopter for Christmas and sat there assembling it with him and figuring out how it would work – and he loved it.
Even when he saw his father in the coffin, and when he later was the one who pulled the lever to let his father’s coffin go down into the grave, he did not cry.
When Richard was on his deathbed, his little son would often ask him, “Dad, can I read to you from the Bible?” His father was barely conscious and then sometimes the little boy would simply take the Bible and start reading out loud anyway. Richard’s favourite psalm was Psalm 23, and his little boy would sit next to him in hospital reading Psalm 23 out loud.
Psalm 23 is really cool. I especially like it from verse 4:-
1. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
I pulled Richard’s son aside when he stood staring into his father’s face in the coffin, and I said to him, you’re looking at a dead body and the spirit has left. The spirit is elsewhere in another world. He said he knew. He did not have a problem with death. I think we all taught him well. Jan]