She arranged her slippers and reminded me of her husband.
Last evening, she was using his walker because her legs were hurting and I was sad again.
This time, though, the tug at my heart strings was for her. She suddenly looked so frail and old and I wondered how many more moments we all have with her…
Tears sprang to my eyes but I held them back. I am good at that.
What I did was fill her jug and put it at the night stand, like Dad reminded me to. Held both her hands and helped her to her bed, ambling along slowly as she had ‘forgotten’ both her stick and walker outside.
Said a little prayer for her. Wrote a blog post.