Sweet

Sweet....Mom was sitting at the dining room table with her eyes closed when I walked up. I scrouched down, I touched her arm, she opened her eyes, I smiled, she smiled back....sweet! She told me that Roger had just been there, had to leave but was coming back. (He hadn't been there....today anyway.) I wrote on the board - What is my name? She said - Tooty?, with a smile. (That was my sister-in-law's name.) I then wrote - My name is Laraine. She gave me a big smile & her eyes lit up - That's my daughter's name. I wrote - I am your daughter Laraine. I love the way she looks into my eyes with a kind of puzzled look...she doesn't think so. I wrote - I love you. She read it & said - I love you too. I wrote - I am 56. She said - I'm supposed to believe that...smiling. Then - You are 93. She said - What? I'm 93? How did I get so old? Sweet. Yes...today was a good day! To God be the glory!

These days are sweet cause many a day I've touched her, she's opened her eyes and then said - Leave me alone...

Not Today

I went to see Mom on Thursday after work. I don't like to go too early because she's almost always sleeping in bed. I like to go right before they bring the food for either lunch or supper. I didn't want to go home and then go back out in the cold to go to Mom's...so I went early. She was sleeping in bed. She did wake up somewhat and she put on her glasses. Okay...I think she'll get up. I walked the halls...trying to find someone to get her out of bed...no one. okay...I'll just let her sleep. I went in her room and took off her glasses. She caught my hands/arms (before I could get away). She was MAD! ...tried to "get" me. I got away..but then she fake cried that I hurt her. "you hurt me"..."you hurt me." I left. Yesterday, I got there in the middle of her eating supper. She was nice and content until I pulled up a chair. Then she told me to eat her food cause she couldn't eat anymore. "it's fresh." She kept on & on that she wanted me to eat her food and got upset that I didn't. She wheeled herself away from the table....wanting to go upstairs and saying she couldn't eat anymore. I left her with CNA trying to calm her. I upset her again. Oh...MOM! If only you knew I love you....If only you knew me.....