Easter Sunday. Quiet. Coffee. Home Group today. It was a busy week: hospice care, “Comfort Care,” case manager, social worker, RN, chaplain, drug delivery, freebie delivery. We made it through. Thank God whose presence and power I am aware of. New meds for Mom. She was really knocked out last night. It would be better if she would take the sleeping pill right before bed, however, we’re doing good that she remembers her meds at all. Maybe we can figure something out.
Grateful for the kid’s support. Friends who avail their support. NA folks, sponsees were really helpful this week — went to them to fill “my cup.” I am not tempted to take any of the drugs that are in Mom’s fridge; don’t want to overlook that miracle.
It is absolutely beautiful outside. I want to get out. A friend is coming this afternoon and while I am happy, I am also twisted because — I can barely bring myself to say this — I don’t want to share time with anyone. Mom is dying. Slowly. Definitely between two worlds. And it’s so painful to me. There. I said it. I admit it.
I’m going outside now.
Faith & Roses 
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