I visited my cousin this evening. He has deteriorated a lot since the last time I saw him. He cannot walk, he has no use of his right side and he only verbalizes a couple of things over and over. One of the things that he says over and over is "I'm crazy" and the other thing that he says is "Help me God". I sat with him and talked to him. He asked me how my mother is and I said that she is very peaceful. She has been dead for two years. He put his hand out to me and I shook it and held it. I cut his fingernails. I felt very peaceful and so thankful for the day that I had and the time that I spent with him. I know that it won't be long for him. I could just sense that. But one never knows the day or the hour.
His wife told me that this is the darkest hour before the miracle. She said that the dead neurosurgeons are working hard on his brain and that all will be well soon. I smiled and told her that I knew that all would be well. Whatever happens, he will finally be cured and at peace. It will be time for his miracle to occur shortly. I just wish that he had the benefit of this great program because I believe that it makes one more accepting of whatever is tossed our way. I know that it has helped me in so many ways.