It's going to be a busy day. I hope it will be a good day. I help my husband load some cattle to go to the sale barn then clean up to go to town. We meet for chiropractic appointments (keeping old bones in alignment!) and have lunch at the sale barn. Make a deposit at the bank, pay a bill. Good day so far. Now it's time to go see my mom at the nursing home. Alzheimer's and a series of seizures have changed her from a happy, wanting to be busy and caring woman to a fragile person needing much care. And recently she contracted Influenza A and it has stolen more of her life and personality.
What will I find today? Will she know me? Will she be able to carry on a conversation? But she is tired and uncertain and does not know me. She says "I don't like it here." I say she has been very sick and needs rest to get stronger. I sing hymns to calm her and she drifts off to sleep. In my heart I know she is just fading away. But I will continue to write my 1000 gifts.
342. She was a great, loving mother
343. She liked to try new things
344. She took Girls Scouts across the USA by car to experience our country
345. She taught me bookeeping, how to cook, how to sew, how to garden
346. She showed me how to serve others with gladness
347. She loved Jesus and shared that Good News with me and others
348. For the special aide at Devonshire who really cares about my mom
329. God's grace that continues to hold me up through it all
Earline
