I knew when I visited Cyril in hospital it would be a joyful and blessed occasion. When fit, he’d lived in a small flat at the top of a high-rise flat, with little money and limited mobility. Now he was ill, unlikely to recover and according to the nurses in pain.
When he saw me his face lilt up, he was genuinely pleased to see me. He then proceeded to tell me all the good things about the hospital – a wonderful choice of food, comfortable bed, great company. the list went on and on. There was no mention of his pain, the fact that he couldn’t keep his food down or move out of his bed.
Cyril is no longer with us but he had left behind the legacy of his strong Christian faith which sustained him in all adversity.