Bro left Thursday afternoon driving back to CA. Mom, Bro, mid child, and I have had good times for the last 30ish days, she buried her husband and my oldest Bro, my dream is she does not have to bury another child at 96, even though my bro when dad died about 3 years ago, Oct, Jon was here and had a heart attack, the PA and put it off, I was here at the house, and told him his line, a Dr who treats himself, and an Attorney who defends him self are FOOLS!!!
So today, We had a nice day, some time outside, then the rain came, nice dinner, compliments on it, some knitting, news and to bed. Shit I come in from the garage about 130am and she is roaming the house, cant sleep she sez, she never did that b4. Gave her anti anxiety pill, she has been Melancholy lately, and told her to knit for a bit. Now she is asleep, I hope, in the recliner and looks like ET on his death bed @ 3 AM.
She is still there and chest is moving, she cant hear any more, even with her hearing aids, even on the phone, she is going to give it up. I dont blame her, no quality of life, hell now that I see her like this, Lord just take me about 70ish in my sleep!!!! thanks, my frustration, and feeling a bit helpless for Mom.
At 96+, when she does go, a short funeral procession, and not much of a bar bill at her Irish Wake
