This Sunday morning I thank God for the multitude of blessings he has afforded me. Last night as I tucked Mother into bed, we did the normal routine, teeth out, hearing aids off, bathe all the special spots, “fancy pants”(depends) on, commode next to the bed. I heated two rice packs and put one on her feet and straighten out her crippled hand on top of the other draped across her chest. She looked up sweetly and said,”Always remember how much I love you”. After sharing prayers, I calmed her worried heart and confirmed that she was at home and that she was going to sleep all night, knowing that she is loved…I played my guitar as she drifted off to sleep. No one in the world had a better moment than I had in that one.
Love the people around you while you still can.
Lovely…..it sounds as if even all these trials and travails are reaping priceless blessings!
Thanks Trish. You are so right. I have to read my own blogs every now and then to remind me, when things get rough. They have been rougher than usual lately, but I love every moment as long as Mom can enjoy them.