Mom’s reading her first bible from the 4th grade
The air was cleared by the time Sunday morning rolled in and mom made more amazing progress the evening before. Sorting out and saving the best of most of her life. We went through photographs, books and I heard never before expressed memories of times in her life. It was a cherished time for both of us.
Sunday afternoon brought in more clouds and I once again had to admit that we were going to need to delay the move one more day – one more time. Mom seemed to have lost touch with all of the energy she had gained and was once again having trouble just trying to stand up and take a few steps. I let go of the Sunday move in date and knew Monday had to be the final day or we were going to have to re-adjust the entire plan. She needed to be more mobile to get along in Independent living.
The arrival looks good.
On Monday morning the neighborhood crew showed up to move her bed and that meant curtain call for her. I gave her until noon and said to myself even if I have to carry her we are going. We departed on schedule and when we arrived I asked her to sit on her walker seat so I could wheel her to her new “door”. When I opened to door she seemed to like what she saw. That had to be enough for me for a start. I reminded that her dinner was at five and Megan, the manager, would be escorting us and introducing her. I left her alone to rest and when I returned an hour later she was up refreshed and ready to go she walked all the way to the dining room, enjoyed meeting the women that she will share dinner with every night and loved the food.