There is something about the time from 2 am to 4 am which comes with aging, anguish, and illness. When our beloved dog Hanna had reached her later years, lots of them she had–17, she would wake up during that wee hour time period and pace around the house. Doug would always get out of bed in order to let her, and her baby Nina, outside; then, he would sit down in a recliner in our living room waiting for a signal which would always come in the form of a single bark from Nina (she was the talker) signaling they were ready to come back inside. He did this for at least three years, every single night. You see, this is how Angels work, quietly, without acknowledgement, without complaint, without posting it on Facebook…they just do what needs to been done in the quiet of the night.
But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
Now I am way far away from being an Angel; so when I wake up at 3 am it is just to…well I’m not sure. Like I said, there is something about that time of night. I picked up dirty clothes, trying to be quiet because Doug was sleeping (in the recliner as he was afraid to sleep in the bed with his tubes and bag of chemo); then I started picking up stuff everywhere…I just felt like I needed to pick up stuff and throw it away. I am not a house cleaner any more than I am an Angel.
A nurse told Doug not to shave because he might cut himself…hearing that terrified me…so open ended…such an out of the ordinary statement to make.
There are silent screams happening during the dead quiet of 2 to 4 am.
Oh, and most importantly, the Huskers woman’s volleyball team won their game last night; they are close to a national championship.