Peter came into our lives four years ago. When Mom went on hospice (the first time) Peter came by to visit Mom and Dad as the Hospice Chaplain. It seems like a lifetime ago, because I can’t imagine Mom and Dad’s lives without him now. (or the rest of ours, as a consequence) Because of his authentic and heartfelt love and care for them, it didn’t take long for Mom and Dad to start attending his Lutheran church, for Dad to take his Catechism classes and for them to become members. Peter’s care for Mom and Dad didn’t end there, with their membership in his church.
Over the past four years Peter has met Dad for lunch, met Dad for beers, visited them both at home, come to their parties at the end of the summers…He has come to chat when my sis and I are in town, sat with Dad when he was in hospital with no answers and no certainty he would come home; he helped us move Mom to Prairie House in March, carrying furniture and boxes, hugging Mom between trips to the truck and her new room, and giving Cher and I nods and affirmations that Mom would be ok.
In the midst of almost everyone present dancing to the band, (Dad was dancing with me until I spotted them and had to break away and grab my camera) Peter pull Mom up from her chair and gently moved to her pace, her rhythm, and sweetly and tenderly loved on her the way Jesus loves on all of us.
Because anyone who was there knew they were seeing Jesus.
He was dancing with my Mom.