I stopped by around 8:00 tonight. The nurse was in the room with Mom, giving
her her medicine. She didn’t need any
insulin tonight. Her outfit was,
umm..interesting. Silky red pajama
pants, a pastel flowered sleeveless dress shirt, and her bra OUTSIDE her
shirt. No, I didn’t take any pictures.
The nurse left, and Mom just started talking.
“I had a good time
today, I ate with 3 different people that I don’t usually eat with, and I
really enjoyed myself. The other couple
that were good friends they decided they wouldn’t go on this trip together,
because the two sisters were always fighting.
One starts bitchin at the other one, well.. you know how ya’ll do. Nobody wants to be around that. I had a good time. These couples they knew how to get along,
they were brother and sister and knew how to not fight. But I missed you at supper, I usually see you
there..and I think I’m going to be called up to speak. It was so nice, everybody was so excited that
the families were being peaceful with each other. We know what issues to avoid, because it
makes everyone uncomfortable. I kept
getting comments on how handsome Chuck is.
I never thought about Chuck like that before.
So what did you have for supper?”
She was definitely talkative tonight. She went on and on..and stayed positive, for
the most part… but I sure was struggling to follow her train of thought. Sisters fighting, and her awesome ability to be
a peacemaker seemed to be the general theme.
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