That's because he is still alive living in Kalamazoo
My mother WILL NOT DIE!
Most of the time she looks like a living corpse. Every now and then she'll become lucid. Yesterday I fed her dinner and she enjoyed it and said it was good. The doctor said if she werent DNR she'd be on a vent now. She is in respiratory and cardiac failure. When she is awake she is confused. She said she saw her dead mother. I asked her if she saw Elvis (c'mon.. humor does a lot to get you through the rough spots) and she said no. I told her maybe tomorrow.
Family and friends have been filing in. We've all said our goodbyes. Please die, please die, please die. I've done everything I can to help her let go. As always, she is riding my last nerve to the bitter end. What is that last nerve going to do when she is gone?
I have to talk to the doctor today about what to do if she hangs in there. Hospice? Nursing home? Cant care for her at home like this.
I'm beginning to hate that hospital.
My son Mitch is taking this very hard. Lots of tears and sleep problems. Emma continues to bounce along, eager to know what Grandma will look like with wings. Friday night I was watching all the cousins while everyone else was at the hospital. I was exhausted. Falling asleep in my chair. The kids were in the yard. Emma yells in "Mumma, can we have a shovel?" Hmm? What? Okay.. "Mumma, can we use the hose?" Whhhaatt? Sure...
Then I woke up. That didnt sound good.
She and her cousins dug a moat around one side of the garage and filled it with water. They were swimming and covered in mud. Okay. At least they were leaving me alone. I hosed them off and made them stay outside till they dried. Dang kids.
