I Remember Dad: Be Ever So True, Love Knoweth No Boundaries

By Richard Mabey Jr.


I want to be very respectful here of the holy scriptures. But, truth be told, I have never seen a bush spontaneously ignite. I’ve never seen a sea part with the raising of a rod. I’ve never seen water turn into wine. I believe these miracles occurred, I’ve just never seen any of them first-hand. I have, however, seen miracles occur right before my eyes.


One such miracle involved our beloved calico cat, Lady Bug. LB was a most friendly cat. She had such a gentle and kind spirit. LB was a most loving cat.


When my dad came home from the hospital, after his surgery for pancreatic cancer, it was necessary to secure the help of Hospice. The doctors did not give Dad much time to live. It was a time of overwhelming sadness.


From the very moment that Dad came home from the hospital and sat in his easy chair in the living room, Lady Bug took a most focused spirit of caring for Dad. LB would lie in Dad’s lap for hours and hours. Dad would put his head back and fall asleep, while watching “The Andy Griffith Show” and LB would simply sit in his lap, the entire time that my beloved father was in dreamland.


In his last weeks of being on this side of Heaven’s Gate, Dad loved to wear his favorite cardigan sweater. Lady Bug would jump up onto my father’s chair and get comfy by his side, lying on the big arm of Dad’s easy chair. LB would put her two front paws square upon Dad’s wrist and gently massage my father’s wrist. It was as if this dear, sweet cat was performing a healing ritual.


My father went Home to be with the Lord, about a month after being released from the hospital. In his last week of life upon this earth, Dad was not able to sit up at all any more. We had put a hospital bed in Dad’s room and Dad would lie in bed, all day and all night. Dad slept most of the time.


Amazingly Lady Bug remained so very true blue to Dad. She would lie in Dad’s bed, by his side for hours upon hours upon hours. She would often purr as if she was singing to my dear father.


On the morning of the twelfth of May of 2006, the angels called my father Home to be with the Lord. This may be hard to believe, but it is none-the-less, it is so very true. Lady Bug mourned terribly for my father. For a few days after my dad passed away, LB would not eat. She would simply jump on Dad’s easy chair and cry out for him.


Lady Bug left us to venture to Rainbow Bridge in the Summer of 2016. It was truly a most sad day.


Lady Bug’s love for my father was truly a miracle. Respectfully, it was as real a miracle as the parting of the Red Sea. I miss them both, all so dearly do I miss them both.


Richard Mabey Jr. is a freelance writer. He can be reached at richardmabeyjr@hotmail.com. Please put on the subject line: My Life Publications.

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