Saturday, November 28, 2009
Let me say, it bothers me more than a little that our names aren't there, considering we're the only family he has had for the last eight years. Particularly, my sister who cared for him twenty four hours a day and my nephew/brother who has lived half his life with him. Oh well, life ain't fair.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
May 13, 1928 - November 26, 2009
Rest so peacefully now
I called Mom to check in about 7 this evening when the last Thanksgiving guests had gone and Aunt G-Lou told her while I was on the phone that the time was close.
I went on down to Mom's house. Mom was worried that the end would be a struggle for him to breathe, so my niece and I sat with him the last twenty minutes. She patted and I sang and breaths were smaller and smaller, till finally no more came. A very peaceful ending.
Aunt G-Lou can feel very satisfied that he was in his home, safe with her and Mom and no suffering. My sister would not have done any better job loving and caring for him than if was her father or her child.
If you know and love my Mom, I'm sure she would appreciate your thoughts, prayers, or maybe a visit.
Give thanks to the Holy One
Give thanks because He's given Jesus Christ His Son
That chorus always comes to mind on Thanksgiving.
It is early. The sun is oh so slowly lighting the tips of trees I see out my window. Though tired, my night was not restful, I'm up, trying to find some energy swimming around in my favorite green coffee cup.
My Mom's husband has suffered from an Alzheimer like brain disorder for the past couple of years. Each time I've gone to visit since summer, he has been a bit more "gone." This past week, his jaw shut and would not open and now he is not conscience or communicating in anyway and Auntie G-Lou says it will just be a few days.
Mom had planned to come for Thanksgiving and Kaye too. This was not at all what I would have expected for our Thanksgiving this year. The depths to which Kaye has gone health wise since last February and Mom as well, that did not allow me to hope for another Thanksgiving with them.
Do you know how it feels for something to be uncomfortable, yet normal. Way back in the day, after Daddy's stroke, they told us his life expectancy would be about seven years. So, for twenty-two years I always wondered if he'd make the next big family hoo-ha. Pre-cell phones, I never left the house for a few hours or went on a vacation that I didn't wonder what might happen when I was gone. Ahhh, it's back.
Anyway, the stress and sadness has impacted Mom's breathing, so she doesn't know if she can make it today. After the news about Roy, I wasn't expecting her. I mean, I wouldn't leave Handy Man and don't expect her to leave him. What I'm feeling like is just going to her house and holding her hand until he has left her, but Auntie G-Lou is there and a couple of dozen people are expecting some turkey and stuff around two this afternoon.
A long, long time ago, both my brothers stopped living with their boy's mothers. I said then that I'd have Thanksgiving at 2 and Easter dinner until the nephews were grown. I wanted them to have something traditional, unchanging. I have only veered from that once, with a change to one o'clock, because said brother's new girlfriend needed to leave early. This year said brother will not be here for the first time in so many years I've lost count, and I've had no report on his boys either.
All of the above to say, I'm feeling a little bluesy, however I am still thankful.
- a Handy Man who rubs my back at the end of a long day
- a delight of a daughter girl, who helps with veggie chopping and casserole making
- a fine friend who peels endless potatoes while we laugh and visit
- a sweet sister who'll help with the clean-up
- a growing-up nephew boy who called to ask if he could help and made two pumpkin pies
- a precious parent who's DNA for all things family passed to me
- seven smiling babies I'll smooch and squeeze today
- delectable dishes of all kinds to sit on our Thanksgiving table
- a devoted dearly loved brother-in-law, who is the reason Kaye is here
- an astounding sister, due to her devotion, Roy will end his days here peacefully, with dignity, in his home
- cheery chickie girls who lay lovely eggs daily
and the list could go on for pages and pages.
Hmm, I feel better already. I must be off to turn out the cinnamon rolls, put a turkey in the oven and freshen up Cluckingham Palace before guests arrive.
One last thankful-
I'm thankful for My Little Pixie Girl who celebrates her birthday today. I love you-make it sweet!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
When Bean was little, he had a hard time adjusting to fall, after being here so much in summer. He wanted to do in an afternoon all we had done in a full day, and was quite unhappy when his mom and dad arrived to fetch him home after only a couple of hours of play. Now I'm going through the same thing with Bugg who throws herself in the floor and begs to spend the night.
Kaye also seems to have a little of the same problem. I had been going to stay with her a weekend day and two nights since her fall in March. Now that she's home, and can understand and be trusted not to try and get up or pull anything off or out, I don't go as much. Three of us sisters, and a brother, go on Monday and Thursday nights, and the three of us sisters take turns on Sundays. Sometimes, that means I go a few days without seeing her and usually she's calling me before I get back, sometimes in tears. Though she's always adding new words, it is still difficult to understand her, and I can never get it all on the phone. I just tell her I'm coming soon and that seems to pacify her awhile.
She's had another bladder infection, e-coli this time. Don't ask, I can't even guess. Pete caught it before it rendered her comatose, thank the Lord. She is swallowing her medicines now and eating well. The picc line is out and I imagine the stomach tube could go as well. I have mixed feelings about all of that. When she takes a turn, it is fast, furious and near deadly.
She is going to a rehab hospital again for out patient speech, physical and occupational therapy. Her first speech session, which was an evaluation, was quite upsetting to her. She said it made her feel stupid. Breaks my heart. The one this week was better.
Pete is always so joyous over every bit of progress. I bought a book of short stories about a boy's wild childhood that I knew would make him laugh. He called me tonight and said he was reading it to Kaye and he was laughing so hard he could hardly keep reading, and she was laughing so much at him laughing. So, I laughed too, thinking about them. I don't know where he gets the strength for each day. I guess the Lord is faithful to leave it where he can find it.
Bean got his pins out yesterday and now just has a little bandage on his arm. I'm so thankful that ordeal is over and the arm is now healing nicely-thank you Lord!
We've gathered 29 eggs over the last two days. The novelty still hasn't worn off. Buttercup had two for breakfast Saturday, and Bean and Bugg cooked and ate them for supper again tonight. It's a big thrill for me sharing them with all the people we love. Just love all around. We love and nurture these chickie girls. They give us little multi-colored packages of sunshine that we delight in eating and passing around some of that joy to others. You gotta love when a plan comes together.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Look at the difference in the size of these eggs. If eggs do get bigger as the girls age, we're going to have ostrich eggs.
We've had 16 eggs in two days. Good times. Thank the Lord for chickens and Handy Mans.