Body and Spirit

Today just showed me how amazing and strong the human spirit can be. My Uncle Wayne is in the hospital right now on his deathbed. He's not expected to live through the night, he almost died last night. Mom and I went up to see him today, mostly to see Aunt Jane though and let her know that we're thinking about her a lot, this is so hard on her. He looked so bad, sleeping with his eyes half open and in pain. All they're doing right now is making him comfortable because his body has given up but his spirit hasn't. They thought that they were going to lose him last night and he made it, something is making him want to stay (or maybe he's just to stubborn to die). Aunt Jane told him today that it was ok to go and that she'll be ok because the kids are there with her. Grandma told him the same thing, and that Grandpa and Uncle Bud are up there waiting for him and that it's ok to go. And yet his spirit is still holding on, even though he's in constant pain and constantly on morphine. The spirit is strong in this one. Unfortunately it's not strong enough to make him better and we'll have a funeral to go to sometime in the next week or so.