Saturday arrived just like every other Saturday. We got up late, 8ish... but that's late for us. Coffee, paper and more coffee.
"What sounds good for breakfast?"
Then he mows, I blog and we are off to check on parents. Aging parents who have health issues that we worry about. It didn't happen overnight, we are almost 60 and they are almost 90, but it seems like it just arrived on our doorstep one day, these problems that cannot be solved but only lived. It happened when we weren't thinking of how we were going to get through these years. Our kids are grown, and we should have fewer worries, right? Wrong.
The nursing home called to tell me Mom had a fall from her wheel chair. As we drive I'm thinking how bad her injuries could be. She's frail and bruises so easily now. In my memory is a time when she was strong and could carry me on her hip as she did her chores.
I was a Momma's baby and I needed her a long time.
When we arrive at Jamestown she's sitting in the dining room having lunch. A band aid on her hand to cover the scratch from her fall, she smiled ear to ear. Unable to remember the mornings' event, she is in a wonderful mood. Around the table are friends who share her days, their needs being met by caring staff. I depend on these wonderful angels to care for the one who watched over me and did so much to keep me safe.
Mom's memories fade, but mine get stronger.