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...