Monday, April 10, 2006
Part of the Journey
This is my Mom.
She was born in February, 1923, so I assume this picture was taken later that year.
She's now 83 and living in a nursing home after living a full life. After her stroke last October, she can't swallow, which prevents her from speaking or eating.
She is suffering from a deepening depression. Yesterday, while my sister and I sat with her trying to cheer her up, she wrote to me, "I WANT TO DIE." That's the first time she has said that. It was tough to hear (read). We could only comfort her and tell her that God will take her when He's ready.
todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful
that I am sober now and can be with my mother as she nears the end of her journey
for the absolutely wonderful life she has given me
that I have finished with the trash/dumpster part of cleaning out her home
for a productive Lambda Center Board meeting Saturday afternoon
that I try not to exxagerate the truth now that I am sober
that I am able to help an ill recovery friend today when he leaves the hospital
An ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness.