One Month

It's been one month since Mom passed away.  It's been a long, sad, busy month.  There's been lots of tears and missing her.  It seems like she should be right here in her chair keeping an eye on the neighborhood.  But it's been a month filled with love and support from lots of people.  Cards and phone calls and hugs mean a lot.  Most importantly, I've known the comfort that only the Holy Spirit can give.  He truly is the Comforter.  The grief is still very painful but there's an unexplainable peace in knowing that Mom is where she had longed to be and that she's doing just fine.

A Rescue

This afternoon a bird flew into the glass door and was promptly pounced upon by Queeg the cat.  It was a horrible sight.  I just stood there saying, "Oh my!  Oh my!"  Not Hannah.  She leaped into action immediately.  She shooed the cat away and told me to get a towel.  She wrapped the poor bird in the towel and took it down to the woods where it slowly recovered and was able to fly away.  The bird looked like a small woodpecker.  Phillip says it was probably a sapsucker.  It is a lucky bird.  Hannah is probably a legendary heroine in Birdville tonight. 

I'm Okay.

Mom's funeral was last Tuesday.  It was a bad day for all of us but we're okay.  I'm okay.  The thing about someone you love having dementia is that you lose them very slowly, piece by piece, memory by memory.  That means the grieving is done slowly, day by day.  Saying goodbye to Mom was very hard but we'd all been saying it for a long time.  I miss her every minute of the day but a lot of the grief is behind me.  Knowing with complete confidence that she is safe, healthy, strong, and happier than we can only imagine in the presence of the Lord brings comfort and peace to all those who love her.  So I'm sad but I'm okay.