Sometimes You Have to Laugh So You Don't Cry

So after my philosophical day yesterday, I returned home to take the trash out at my house. Mom and Dad had been given their dinner, the kitchen cleaned, Dad had his 6 o'clock meds and Mom was ready for bed maybe I could get a quick bite to eat and a little rest before the 8 o'clock meds. Obviously my idea for my journey last night and what become my reality were two very different things. After pulling the trash cans out to the road, I returned to my phone beeping. I was only outside a few minutes, messages already? The first message was Mom's voice.  She needed me and there was a sound of desperation.  I grabbed Buster and jumped in my vehicle and drove up the street and ran into the house. What I saw was totally unexpected, even, for me and 3 months into taking care of Mom and Dad. The house was covered with blood. I mean like NCIS crime scene (which Rob makes me watch).  I actually feel like Rob, Jethro and I are in a threesome sometimes. Anyway, there was blood all over Mom's bedroom, the kitchen and bathroom. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table and Dad was attempting to clean up blood with a paper towel. I asked Mom what happened.  She said she didn't know but her toe was bleeding and wouldn't stop. Mom is diabetic and her skin is becoming paper thin with age. A mere scratch for you or me because a gushing wound for her. I put her bloody foot on my knee and began to apply pressure with a wash cloth to her foot. Buster was running through the blood and Dad was lost in what to do. With my other hand I called her doctor for advice. He wasn't home but his wife gave me advice. Off the phone, I told Dad to get Buster's leash and get it on him and go to the living room with him. Mom's toe continued to gush blood. I threw the blood soaked wash cloth into the sink and grabbed another. At this time, I looked and Dad was on the floor in the hall trying to put not Buster's leash but my lanyard with keys on Buster, who had a look on his face like, "Grandpa, I'm a dog I don't know how to drive." I think this was at about the same time Cassie called and wanted to know when Dad's birthday was. My mine went blank. "Why does she want to know now, at all times, what the date is of Dad's birthday. I had forgotten I asked her to pick up one of Dad's prescriptions. I quickly told her his birth date and told her to come to Mom and Dad's. I then went into the hall  and helped Dad up, picked up Buster, put his leash on him and took Buster and Dad to the living room. Cassie arrived about 20 minutes later, took Buster across the street and came back and started helping me with Mom. Cassie called a friend of hers who is a doctor. He gave us added advice.  Justin arrived next and Mom thinks he can do anything, even be a doctor, because he teaches first aid and CPR, so I turned Mom over to Justin because I figured if he could skin a deer, he could deal with Mom's toe. I don't deal well with blood but found myself cleaning up what looked like a crime scene. I remembered everything I had watched on NCIS and began carefully mopping with hot water, bleach, and detergent. When I got to the carpeting in Mom's bedroom, Cassie and I decided to dump carpet shampoo on the carpet and let in soak for awhile. Next came Spray and Wash on clothes and double soaking cycles in the wash. Justin has by now bandaged Mom's toe with pressure and is complaining about being hungry. I am personally ready to throw up but tell him there are still meat balls and sauce down at my house to go make him and Cassie meatball hoagies. Three hours later things are under control. This morning Brandy, Justin and I are discussing whether bleach kills DNA. I'm not sure why but I think it has something to do with NCIS. Mom is recovering today, Dad is napping, and I'm still in my PJ's at 1:30 thinking if I can get Mom and Dad to promise to stay in one place for a few minutes, I can go home, get a shower and get dressed for the day. Some how I'm thinking all of this is some how David's fault.

Forgiveness of sins, Resurrection of the Body, and Life Ever Lasting

So I figured something out for me today. That long search for answers, being the perfect answers. There are none. There are no perfect answers, many times in life no answers at all. Life is basically a journey with no map and very few clues. All of us face one final destination but our journeys there are uniquely our own. I use to search for the answers to life like I was taking a multiple choice test and there could only possibly be one answer and that one answer had to be the right answer for everyone. I no longer think as life as a test with only right answers but rather a journey and because there is no map, mistakes and wrong turns are taken and that is where "forgiveness of sins" comes into play for all of us. There is no "perfect" religion just as there is no perfect answer on the phantom test. To be honest, I'm not sure about heaven and hell, but resurrection takes place because matter is never really created or destroyed but only changes form so scientifically and spiritually we are never really gone, therefore on this planet there is everlasting life, and because this planet is so unique maybe the belief that there is something so much larger than us makes life so very difficult to understand at times. As we enter fall, with winter on our doorstep and another year ended, we once more have watched the changing of seasons, the circle of life, and death making way for new life in the spring.