In the week since Thanksgiving, I've been over to see Mom frequently. As usual, I've been through a variety of emotions as I interact with this person God chose as my mother.
Mom called the leftover green beans from Thanksgiving "darling", and I was delighted. Food is love.
Mom named Nate's dog as her favorite, repeatedly, to all, and I was disappointed. Must there always be a favorite?
Mom mentioned again and again her newfound desire to have the yard raked. And pecans from the County Extension 4-H office. Nate raked and I purchased, and we were glad to help.
Mom scooped the fall leaf confetti off the tablecloth and said, "This is how I rake." And we laughed.
Mom said she cooked a hamburger for lunch and couldn't eat it all. I was concerned. A burger, no bun, is not a very big meal, much less an unfinished one.
Mom told me my cousins want to come visit her, and I was surprised. Did she tell them that she sleeps much of the time, eats less and less, and has trouble breathing? Do they know they should come soon?
Mom lectured the children on how to care for their animals in her house when she is gone, and we were all stunned. We just sat in silence and listened. In moments like that, Mom reminds me so much of Dad as his time here wound down. Slinging out orders that don't necessarily make sense. Maybe a last-ditch effort at control.
Mom confided in me repeatedly that she thinks her nephew's girlfriend is restoring the family homestead to be a bed and breakfast, and I was baffled by her unsubstantiated conclusions and illogical thoughts.
Up and down, in and out, rise and fall. A week of the everyday.
Priceless.
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On the homestead idea...maybe wishful thinking. I really wanted my grandparents home restored but it was torn down. Missed her today. Hope she comes to our party this afternoon. Love ya Gwen.
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