tomorrow is dad's birthday.
today started out with a bang... dad fell- no broken bones or anything else bad, so that's a blessing. i'm trying to get him to use his walker again-- not having much luck, but i'll keep at it. thankfully, he's getting up more normally now. he's still not much into eating, but we're making pretty good headway. i gave him a light and simple breakfast but he managed to begin choking.... amazing how lil ole me pulled him up out of his chair and did the heimlich so fast. at least i know i've got it in me. that ended ok. but then the doorbell rang and then... mom's pup peeing right in front of me..... i sat down when everything was all done and laughed my ass off. mom started to giggle when she heard me-- then she got to laughing. whew-- "that was easy." uh huh.
had hoped to get away a bit today to help youngest son get his christmas shopping done-- our morning show here and some contractors arriving the house early afternoon immediately changed that plan. poor kid. honestly-- this poor kid. he always seems to get stuck at home for one reason or another. others go pretty much wherever, whenever.
well, WE'RE GOING to get out tonight when i leave here. i've already brushed oldest daughter and hubby off... i owe this time to the pinch hitter. besides, the others will thank him later.
because hubby managed to get the christmas shopping done, i've wrapped one childs gifts today. only 3 more children to go (we're not doing adult to adult gifts this year).
our pups has joined the fun down here this afternoon-- the contractors drive him nuts. he's been entertaining dad and mom and has finally put his head down for a nap as i type this. anyway, by the time we get home and get the kid, some tile should be down and two windows replaced. i heard the tile guy left already. he was supposed to work until late tonight cuz he's blown us off for 2 weeks now but his wife is sick soooooo, we wait again. so'k, he's doing the right thing. but, so much for having a floor to walk on christmas day!! guess we'll just go around.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
wednesday, 12/19/07
happy birthday, mom!! dad's still with us.
judge me all you want, but that's been in each of our heads so the gorilla in the room get acknowledged. i stayed here last night as i couldn't bring myself to leave either of my parents. dad didn't get up once during the night-- and he still isn't up today, but i've talked to him and got a response.
no fever, congestion or pain. no meds, no liquids or foods. no wet bed as far as i can see or smell. no slurring of words. yes, he rolls over in his bed, he opens his eyes, he talks but without clarity. i told him it was mom's birthday and he seemed to want to wish her a happy birthday but promptly closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
i've placed a phone call to the doc-- need instructions and/or moral support. haven't heard back from him yet so mom and i do our thing and do our best to create distractions for each other.
mom is enjoying on line birthday cards and several phone calls. another nice distraction.
there seems to be a lot of coincidences happening these last few days..... but i prefer to declare these as god's way of letting me know he's really busy handling things. it's all yours, sir.
judge me all you want, but that's been in each of our heads so the gorilla in the room get acknowledged. i stayed here last night as i couldn't bring myself to leave either of my parents. dad didn't get up once during the night-- and he still isn't up today, but i've talked to him and got a response.
no fever, congestion or pain. no meds, no liquids or foods. no wet bed as far as i can see or smell. no slurring of words. yes, he rolls over in his bed, he opens his eyes, he talks but without clarity. i told him it was mom's birthday and he seemed to want to wish her a happy birthday but promptly closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
i've placed a phone call to the doc-- need instructions and/or moral support. haven't heard back from him yet so mom and i do our thing and do our best to create distractions for each other.
mom is enjoying on line birthday cards and several phone calls. another nice distraction.
there seems to be a lot of coincidences happening these last few days..... but i prefer to declare these as god's way of letting me know he's really busy handling things. it's all yours, sir.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
tuesday, 12/18/07
tomorrow is mom's birthday.
today is the 2nd day that dad hasn't gotten up out of bed. today he didn't eat. he didn't speak more than 4 words and they weren't coherant. he hasn't taken his pills. he clothes were dry as far as i could tell.
he's sleeping-- i hear him. but there are times it takes the better part of 20 seconds to hear a breath. he's so relaxed his breath hardly makes him move, then there are moans at other times... are they dreams or is it the death rattle? i dunno. i just dunno. he's not in pain, this i do know.
mom's scared-- brother is scared... but they don't see and hear what i do. i'm scared. i looked up signs of death on the internet-- just to be sure my head knows what's what. oh god give us strength.
today is the 2nd day that dad hasn't gotten up out of bed. today he didn't eat. he didn't speak more than 4 words and they weren't coherant. he hasn't taken his pills. he clothes were dry as far as i could tell.
he's sleeping-- i hear him. but there are times it takes the better part of 20 seconds to hear a breath. he's so relaxed his breath hardly makes him move, then there are moans at other times... are they dreams or is it the death rattle? i dunno. i just dunno. he's not in pain, this i do know.
mom's scared-- brother is scared... but they don't see and hear what i do. i'm scared. i looked up signs of death on the internet-- just to be sure my head knows what's what. oh god give us strength.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
sunday, 12/16/07
it was the children's holiday program at church this morning. there was no sermon-- only the children's program and christmas carols. dad slept thru most of the service-- he couldn't follow the carols-- he did, however, say the lord's prayer in it's entirety. yes!!!
there was a visitor to the church who sat next to me. a couple of times he leaned over to ask a question of me... he didn't sing the carols either... in the middle of the program, something overcame him and he started wiping his eyes and sniffling. at first i wasn't sure he wasn't just fighting a cold-- i ignored the noises. it wasn't long before i realized the noises stopped-- it wasn't a cold-- this man was hurtin'. i was glad he was spending the morning with us-- it seemed to be something he needed.
i've been there-- in "that" place. i zoned from today's program shortly after the noises started and stopped... i went back to "that" time. i tried to recall if i hoped people would ignore what they were seeing or hearing from me at that moment-- or if i was needing to have someone simply be nice in some non-embarrassing way. i think i needed both-- but how does one do that?!!
being that this visitor was a grown man-- and he was sitting alone... i felt it best to try and do both things-- ignore the moment of weakness but be nice in some way.
at the end of the service when the goodbyes were being made, i turned to him, introduced dad and myself and told him i hoped he would join us again. his eyes lit up and a genuine smile grew wide-- he said he will definitely be back.
i pray this man found something really good in his life today.... that whatever hurt so bad heals soon. something like this maybe....
"Gold Wrapping Paper"
I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too.
I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner."Don't you know, you ng lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.
Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
there was a visitor to the church who sat next to me. a couple of times he leaned over to ask a question of me... he didn't sing the carols either... in the middle of the program, something overcame him and he started wiping his eyes and sniffling. at first i wasn't sure he wasn't just fighting a cold-- i ignored the noises. it wasn't long before i realized the noises stopped-- it wasn't a cold-- this man was hurtin'. i was glad he was spending the morning with us-- it seemed to be something he needed.
i've been there-- in "that" place. i zoned from today's program shortly after the noises started and stopped... i went back to "that" time. i tried to recall if i hoped people would ignore what they were seeing or hearing from me at that moment-- or if i was needing to have someone simply be nice in some non-embarrassing way. i think i needed both-- but how does one do that?!!
being that this visitor was a grown man-- and he was sitting alone... i felt it best to try and do both things-- ignore the moment of weakness but be nice in some way.
at the end of the service when the goodbyes were being made, i turned to him, introduced dad and myself and told him i hoped he would join us again. his eyes lit up and a genuine smile grew wide-- he said he will definitely be back.
i pray this man found something really good in his life today.... that whatever hurt so bad heals soon. something like this maybe....
"Gold Wrapping Paper"
I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too.
I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner."Don't you know, you ng lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.
Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
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