Sep 12, 2008 21:04
So last August, my priest died nine times in 3 days. He was in the hospital for a month but refused to give up and won his battle. While he wasn't the same person after that, he was still here and we felt so blessed to have him. Now, just over a year later, he's gone. My spiritual mentor, friend, and the man who would have officiated my wedding has fallen asleep in the Lord, as the other priests will say. He woke up today, ate breakfast, and decided to take a nap. When his wife went to rouse him, he wouldn't wake up. She said he looked peaceful and didn't appear to have struggled or be in any pain before he passed. While that doesn't lessen the blow to the living, at least he didn't suffer.
I still can't really wrap my head around it. When Kostas came to my work this afternoon, I knew something was wrong. My heart dropped and I couldn't do anything but cry. There didn't seem to be a reason, he had been getting better. He was able to jump for the first time in months and was finally getting most of his cognitive skills honed again.......but I guess he really was still very very sick, and it got the best of him. All I can do is hope that he is at peace and in a better place.
Rest In Peace Father Nicholas Dotson. You will be greatly missed.