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My father in-law William Rains had several light strokes. The last, in the fall of 1942, left him bedridden for three months before he died.
I had to care for him as if he were a child. He had to be watched all the time so that he would not harm himself or someone else.
Before I ever sat down to eat, I fed him first and sat with him while he smoked his pipe because otherwise he would hide it, still lit, under the covers.
Two weeks after he pass away, we were all seated at the dining table for the evening mean when suddenly I heard him, ” Girl, girl,” as he was in the habit of doing whenever we would sit down to eat. I was always having to jump up to see what he needed.
I started to get up to go to him when it dawned on me that he was no longer there. I went on eating. My nine-year old son Glen glanced up at me and said, ” Mom, Grandpa called you!” His eyes got big when he, too, remembered that Grandpa was no longer alive!
Both of us heard him plainly but we said nothing more. Several times after that my husband and I were awakened during the night by the sound of Grandpa’s rocking chair. But when we went to his room to check, there was no more rocking.
Leone L. Nash