It has been a long emotional week. On Tuesday my mother had some sort of a spell. She kept going in and out or reality. She never lost her conscienceness, but she would just leave reality for a while. My sister called me several times during the morning. Finally at about noon I went down to check things out. We were almost all there. We were really pretty sure that we were telling her goodbye. She rallied during the afternoon and by today she was nearly back to her normal. She was very talkative when I arrived this morning. Gina brought the kids down and made lunch for us. It was a nice diversion from the day. Fettuccine with broccoli and zucchini. She had told the kids that Great Gramma was getting ready to go to heaven and they needed to go see her one more time. Poor Caleb had a little trouble making up his mind to come down. It finally came out that he thought he would have to stay there and watch her die. It was good for them to see her and see her on one of her better days. It would have been bad for them to have seen her on Tuesday. As the day went on, she became more quiet and by afternoon she was very tired and slept most of the afternoon. Waking and sleeping throughout the afternoon. She has also had the crud that I have, which really wears her down. I know how bad I have felt all week, so it is not hard to imagine how she feels.
I also had to fill out her directive, take it to the Dr. for his signature and pick it up today on my way to her house. I showed it to my brother and told him where I was going to store it. He read it and then walked down the driveway to his truck. I watched him for a while and realized he was crying. I went down and held him and we cried together. He told me he felt like I had just signed our mothers death warrant. I told him I knew exactly what he was saying because I had said the same thing to one of my daughters while I struggled with filling it out. I my heart, I know the right choice was made, but it was still very difficult.
I talked with another brother yesterday and he told me that mother has been hearing dad call her. He has been gone for 20 years now.
I am still fighting with the crud. I usually get it every winter and finally get over it by spring. I am thinking I will need to get my prescription for my inhaler refilled. Maybe I can be lucky and it won't hang on as long. It would be nice.
On the fun side, I have decided to buy new dishes. The kids bought me a set about 10 years ago, but they are all chipped and nasty looking so I made the executive decision to let them go and get new. I bought two place settings of brown Fiesta ware this week. I love it!! Tomorrow I am going to go buy at least three place settings in cinnamon and one more in brown. I would also like to get a gold color if I can find it. Right now it is on sale for 40 percent off and then I also have a 20 percent coupon to add to it. Can't beat that one. The cinnamon matches the color of my kitchen wall exactly. I bought a small bowl and brought it home to check. I did not want to buy a complete set and have to return it. Now I am ready to go back and make the plunge.
I really am glad to see this weekend. I do still have two more days to do on this weeks Beth Moore study, I think I will get them done.