6pm: Sitting here at Eason House, and Mom is sawing logs. It’s soooo nice to see her sleeping peacefully. She was awake and restless a good bit of the day. Wouldn’t eat or drink anything until about 5pm when she finally drank a butter pecan “milkshake” (aka Ensure). I guess something is better than nothing.
Debby was here with us for a good bit of the afternoon and brought Mom the most precious, softest stuffed dog I have ever seen. There is something very special about him. He has angel wings…
9pm: Back at home for the night. I am emotionally drained, but thankfully can still see some blessings amongst all the weeds that make up this really sh*tty situation. God has put such wonderful people in our path, and for that I am beyond grateful.
Mom was restless once she woke up from her nap, and I can’t even find the words to explain how difficult it is to watch her wrestle with whatever has her so conflicted. If only we could understand what’s going through her head and what is weighing so heavily on her; maybe then, we could help.
I got her up and walking around with me a bit this evening, in hopes of giving her a distraction. Not sure it was much of a success, but at least she was moving. We sat in the kitchen for awhile – change of scenery – and as she began nodding off, we went back to the recliner. When I left, she was awake, but fairly peaceful… Today, it was as though she was absolutely exhausted, but when she closed her eyes, it was rarely for more than a minute or two. Something in her head just wouldn’t let her rest.
A few of today’s special moments…
The Long and Winding Road... 