Mom calls and then tells me that she can't work her phone. I'm not sure how she is calling me then. Maybe she is getting help and that is okay. That works. I just kind of laugh at that. I have a lot more laughter than tears because it is all one or the other.
So we had this conversation about how she feels. And how she feels is the only thing important to her even if what she feels happened didn't. And there certainly is no way to counter that.
I went to visit again as she is forgetting that I even visit. When I got there Katie was visiting her and hearing stories about Dad. On her way out she told me good luck and to call if I needed them. That was ominous. But it went fine. She did again tell me how she has felt but insists she doesn't feel that way anymore.....even though she left me a voicemail an hour before saying how she felt.
We talked about politics. We talked about the littles. I gave her one of the little woman's rocks. It had a face painted on it and Mom loved it. We decided that maybe Mom needs some paper and pencils and can draw some things herself. Worth a try.
So it is up and it is down. And it is never going to get better than it is right now. But I had a good visit with her, The last good day like this was in June when we were camping. They are definitely getting fewer and fewer and further between.
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