July 11, 2009

  • My brother and I went for coffee before heading up at 9:00 to see what state my mother was in.  We figured she was still alive because the place hadn’t called.  She was up and dressed in a royal blue lounging outfit, watching TV in her wheelchair. 

    We both breathed a sigh of relief, seeing she’d rallied once again.

    “Did you have breakfast yet?” I asked.

    She looked amused so I said, “What’s so funny?”

    “Well, it’s 9:30,” she smirked.

    I said again, “So did you eat?”

    She said in an exasperated tone, “Why would I want breakfast at this hour?”

    She caught me exchanging a look with my brother. 

    “Mom, it’s morning,” he said.

    She couldn’t believe it.  “Well, I don’t seem to know up from down,” she remarked, staring out the window.

    I had to excuse myself to use the restroom.

Comments (2)

  • Is that awareness of hers good or bad?

  • Hola Pru,
     
    It is good to be back although I am still not sure how much time I have to give to blogging….however after reading your posts I am thinking it may be a healthy way to process and connect.  
    Thank you for sharing your life with us…what a great gift your writing is to the world.
    I sincerely am sorry to read about your mother, her stroke and all that is happening in finding the best place for her.  I too have been working with my mother for the last eight months.  I am now in my own little apartment while I look for us a home here in Emporia, KS, so that I can continue to work at my degree and help her through the process of dying.  I wasn’t sure about what I was getting into, especially after being estranged for seven years.  But OMG…it has and continues to be one of the biggest blessings in my life.  Here, is where I collect the bones of my childhood, here is where we dance the mother-daughter-dance of intimacy; leaving nothing unspoken.  I know now that the past seven years was to birth through healing, a strength, compassion, understanding, and wisdom to enter this sacred dance with mom.  I feel so blessed that she has the mental capacity to engage fully.  
     
    I will hold you, your family, and your mom in prayer along side the prayers for my own.
    Love and hugs,
    Ashes
    (You are still one of the best and pure writers that I have had the honor of knowing through words.)
     

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