Late September 2013:
…..We had actually admired this room from next door for weeks before, and once stated to a nurse who was attending to Cory,
“Wow! That is a magnificent room! The light, the windows!” , I said enviously as I walked passed it and into Cory’s room that was half the size, dark and seemingly cramped in comparison.
The nurse replied, “Ohhhh, you don’t want that room.”
“That’s the room that goes ‘into the light’, …if you know what I mean…. Patients who go in, don’t usually come out.”
So, when, a couple weeks later, when Cory was actually getting better (a very relative term) and we were filled to the brim with hopefulness….her words couldn’t help but enter my mind as we rolled his bed into that grand corner coveted room on the floor that he was transferred into.
It was double the size, quadruple the windows. The Sun blessed us all…..it was like arriving on a beach after being in a basement for weeks. We all soaked it up and were SO grateful for the light and space. It was a gift.
“I’ve spent my life searching for spiritual meaning…” Cory was telling the visiting female pastor that happened to be with him as he changed rooms. They had bonded. He opened up to her when she visited him daily. “I’ve found it in Nature most of all. And in Solitude. I love solitude.” She was a beautiful and peaceful and accepting soul. She was exactly what he needed. Funny how God always Provides so precisely and timely.
This room allowed Cory to come back to life in Glory. In sunlight, with many family members around him, with room to Breathe and Work and Rest and Heal…. And come back he did, mentally and emotionally at least.
Physically, well….that was another story. That would be a long, long road.