Good News and Bad News

The night before my dad died, my sister and I stayed at the hospital all night. Neither one of us had gotten much sleep for several days and we were what you would call “slap happy.” I know, I know, it’s most likely wrong to enjoy waiting for your dad to die, but I tell ya what, it was a riot.

My family uses humor to adjust to things; we adjusted. We were sitting in a small waiting room and we got this crazy idea to do prank phone calls from the hospital. For some reason, we adopted an Indian accent. It went something like this.

“Heh-lo, thees ees doctor Rashid from de hospetal. I have good news for you and bad news. Thee bad news ees that your father just eescaped from the hospetal. Thee good news ees that he steel has hes legs.”

“No, no no, I got it I got it. “Heh-lo, thees ees doctor Rashid from de hospetal. I have good news for you and bad news. Thee good news ees that you have 24 hours to live. Thee bad news ees that I forgot to call you yesterday.”

Of course, we didn’t actually call anyone. We just went on for about an hour doing these pretend prank calls. We had to knock off the fun for fear of being kicked out of the hospital.

Then we went in and visited my dad. Who was out of it, about as close to comatose as you can get. What a shift. It’s weird what death does to the living. If my dad were able to join us in the other room, he would have loved it.

I’m glad I have a sister who can relate to my mind. I’m glad my dad helped us be that way. I’m glad my dad died so well that we could find humor in it. Thanks dad, that was the most fun I’ve ever had waiting for someone to die.

4 thoughts on “Good News and Bad News”

  1. Well your grandpa Craig said one time,probably more than once I’ll guess, “So be hilarious in the Lord”. Can’t remember which verse he was refering to. Hebrews 10:19-25 tells of how your dad, as a child of God, was about to enter the holy place, the house of God, by a new and living way which Christ inaugurated for us. How long can you sit around and feel bad about that? The sad fact remains that you and your family have lost a great freind, father and husband, but happily God has somehow got it taken care of, and He allows us to safely go on, under His care. Way to not hide it.

  2. Death worked out well for him so for that I am glad. And since I’m glad for him, it makes the whole thing good. Not easy all the time, but good.

  3. I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is you realize we relate to each others’ minds, the bad news is you called me mentally incapable about three posts ago.

  4. Knowing that you know that I know we have similar minds, I knew that you wouold know that I knew what I was saying when I said that. I have good news for you and bad news. The good news is that we found your tumor. The bad news is that we can’t seem to find your brain.

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