When I tended my father at dialysis a few weeks ago, he tried to tell me something and was stopped by tears. Finally he managed, “I get to go to the temple on Friday.” He was going to attend my niece’s endowment. She will leave for her mission in January.
This would hardly seem tear-worthy, unless you understand that my father has been on dialysis for 5 ½ years, and has been weakened by the gradual failure of all his organs. He is in a wheelchair, and sleeps much of the time.
Six months ago, my parents’ stake president dropped by their place to give them temple recommend interviews. Dad is rarely strong enough to get to church, so the president had come to him. I thought it was a lovely gesture, but didn’t imagine the recommend would ever be used. Still, it was a good for my dad to report to his stake president where he stood in his faith, like a last testimony to be witnessed and signed.