Peace and love to all of you.
No real updates as of yet today. Adam and Mom went over and spent the morning there. They're still fiddling with the sedation levels and trying to bring him off them at a speed that even a snail riding a turtle would call a 'slowpoke'. Mom and I will be headed over there this afternoon to spend time with him and hopefully get more answers. Our first prayer now is that we can get him safely off sedation and the vent and he can be awake and talk to us and undoubtedly complain about the quality of the food and that would be wonderful.
However, I don't want you all just coming back over and over to 'no news, sorry' here. So, in the interest of further connection to this loving, worldwide community, I've decided (with Mom's permission) to sometimes post stories from our life with my dad that are funny or meaningful or just something that lets you know him more deeply. These aren't 'let's remember my dad' memories! These are 'my dad's first three lives have been wonderful, and he's not nearly done with his fourth life yet' memories.
One of my favorites is from way back when we were living in Rapid City for the first time. In the basement, we had our couch, our TV, our ancient computer tucked away on a desk in the corner, and a dresser with a record player on it. Every so often, we would be downstairs, and he'd pull out a record from his younger days, put it on, and would join his boys and wife in being transported back. We would listen to Styx (Lorelei was a favorite, although we didn't have context for the more...adult lyrics in fifth grade) and Head East and Heart and all sorts of bands from an era we hadn't experienced. To this day, many of those songs remain in my Spotify playlist where I can listen and sing along with them as my dad does the same up in his office.
My dad has always had an impact on the music I listen to, honestly. When I was just a baby, so the story goes, I would get fussy in the middle of the night, and my dad - even though he had work the next day - would stay up late and watch VH1 and hold me in the crook of his arm. Even now, music from the '80s is some of my absolute favorite, partially because it's simply good music but partially, I think, because it makes me feel closer to my dad.
We'll be headed back to the hospital in a little while here, but we all want to thank you for your prayers, your thoughts, and how you all have held our family in your arms like my dad held me during those late nights: with love and care.
I'll leave you with a prayer for healing today.
O God of heavenly powers,
by the might of your command, you drive away
from our bodies all sickness and all infirmity:
Be present in your goodness with your servant Randy,
that his weakness may be banished and
his strength restored, and that,
his health being renewed,
he may bless your holy Name;
through Jesus Christ our Lord
(The Book of Common Prayer)
After 43 years of ministry, Randy Cross lived his "fourth life" and shared about retirement, living boldly and intentionally in our world. To be sure, there was some North Dakota thrown in.