I took Mom to church today, like always. I've been a little worried because I'll be traveling on business this week. I worried a little more as I drove to pick her up from her Independent Living apartment and she wasn't answering her phone. I thought it would be so nice for Mom if she died in her sleep, maybe that's what happened. She was waiting for me just inside the front door, which I've told her is bad. She should wait in her apartment, and if I'm delayed I can tell her on the phone. Her hair was crazy looking because the wind had blown it when she walked around the block looking for me.
Mom's shoes were too big, so she was having trouble walking. She wanted to take them off and walk, but I told her not to. She had a hard time at church following the service, picking up the right hymnal, finding the hymn. She remembered to bring her little hymnal, but there was no offering envelope in it. Last time I looked, there were two, one for this week, and one that had been left behind from last week. I asked about it, and she said she had it in her purse. She pulled out some other kind of envelope. I held it against the light and there was an offering envelope inside. Mom had written on the offering envelope that there was $60.00 inside, but it was empty. Her world is very confusing to her. It's disorienting just to talk to her.
I am grateful that she is still pleasant, and happy to see me, and easy for people to get along with. I'm grateful that I have the support of my family and my brother and sister. I'm grateful that she has savings that will pay for what she needs. I'm grateful that I have 17 days of work through the end of the year. I'm grateful for the time I have with my family. I'm grateful that I could go to the WindyCon and be an author for a day.
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