I have not written anything about Sunday and Mother's Day. That's because my sister and I didn't meet with her until yesterday, due to some logistical problems. But I picked Mom up at the nursing home Monday morning and drove her to my sister's home about 15 miles away in the country.
We had a very nice and peaceful visit and Mom enjoyed it, I'm sure. My sister just got Mom's furniture moved in last week and had it all in place and lookin' good. Mom was quite moved by this. During the months I've been clearing out Mom's old home, I found thousands of photographs taken over the past 80+ years. I framed and gave one to my sister yesterday. It was a professionally taken photo of Mom & Dad holding their 6-month old daughter, back in 1952. My sister had never seen it before and Mom didn't remember it either.
I really enjoyed the smiles on their faces when I presented it.
todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful
that my sister and I got to spend another Mother's Day with our Mother
that Mom's Long-Term Disability Insurance is finally sending reimbursement checks
that I still have a few wits about me - I'm at least a half-wit
that I have been given a lesson about pushing my program of recovery on others (I'll write more about this later)
that I can do good things even when I'm isolating (still, damnit)
that Pat recently posted again
for unseasonably cool weather here for a few days
Worry is a misuse of the imagination.