We
went to a football game yesterday.
Jachin has been playing in a flag football league again this year, and
this was the first game we could go to.
Thanks so much to Jennifer for hanging out with Mom so we could go. We even had time to have a Chic-fil-a lunch
with them and then walk around those two bastions of retail greatness, Hobby
Lobby and Goodwill.
Speaking
of Mom, Friday night she woke up around 1 a.m. and apparently some kind of
light clicked on in her head. She was
very pleasant and extremely talkative.
She got up on her own, folded all the clothes in her room, and even made
her bed. Did I mention that she was
extremely talkative? Chris had to talk
her into going on to the bathroom while she was awake. The problem was that she couldn’t find the
address. Address to what? No idea.
But she was quite talkative.
Chris finally convinced her that they could do the address search later
on when it got light outside. Mom has
begun doing and saying some of the more classic Alzheimer’s things, too – the
things I remember Dad doing. For
instance she asked if it would be all right for her give one of the flowers
that I gave her for Valentine’s Day to her own mother. Of course we told her that would be
fine. While Jennifer was over she
apparently never stopped talking. One of
the things the two of them like to do together is watch the food channel. Strange shows there, by the way. Chris had me watch one where two chefs were
trying to teach some terrible cooks how to get by in the kitchen. One guy cut himself and bled all over the
fish he was trying to cook. Very
odd. As they engrossed themselves in
such culinary delights, Mom made the comment that Jesse would love a show like
that. That’s the first time she has
mentioned my Dad in months. It’s been so
long that Jennifer didn’t even know who that was. One other question has suddenly begun to
plague her as well. She wants to know
when we are moving back to Galveston to live with that other family. I asked if she knew which other family. She thought about it for a few minutes, then
said, “Oh, I think it’s one of your brothers.”
I asked which one. No
answer. So I got more specific. “Was it Jay?”
Nothing. “How about Stan?” That got a little more reaction with, “Maybe
it was Stan,” but it was apparent that wasn’t what she had in mind either. Guess she meant that secret brother we never
knew anything about. We finally
transitioned out of the heaviness of the conversation when I asked if she was
ready to have a pillow fight yet. She
wagged her finger at me and insisted, “You better not throw that thing at me.” There you go.
Gotta love a feisty Momma.
Psalms
136:1-3 says, “Give thanks to the Lord,
for he is good. His love endures
forever. Give thanks to the God of gods. His love endures forever. Give thanks to the Lord of lords: His love
endures forever.”
Father,
thank you for the time we have with Mom, especially when she shows her feisty
spirit again. Amen.
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