New Year's Day Breakfast

I drove out to have breakfast with Mom this morning. When I arrived, she wasn't quite dressed so I made breakfast while she got herself ready. I made us some toaster waffles, bacon, a grapefruit half for Mom, coffee and milk. She was really hungry. She had been up until 1:30am watching the New Year's celebrations around the country.

She was in a really talkative mood so I just let her talk while I finished my breakfast. She was being a tiny bit irritating because she can't hear that she is yelling at me. I finally got her to go into the living room and sit down while I washed the dishes. Once she got settled by her favorite picture of her and my Dad, I heard her start singing the words to their songs...Autumn Leaves and September Song. It was kind of sweet and kind of heartbreaking...especially when she started to cry. She made it all the way through both songs just as I was finishing the dishes.

I got her microphone and spoke directly into it while she had her headphones on. She is really having a hard time hearing these days. I also noticed while we were talking that her ankles are really swollen. We talked for awhile and since she didn't need any groceries I decided to leave around 10am. This disppointed her becasue she thought I was staying to make dinner. I am starting to think that she is getting confused around what time of day it is. I just don't know.

"Autumn Leaves"

English Lyrics by Johnny Mercer and Music by Joseph Kosma

The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

"September Song"
Written by Maxwell Anderson & Kurt Weill.

Well, it’s a long, long time
From May to December
But the days grow short,
When you reach September.
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to gray
And I haven’t got time
For the waiting game.

And the days dwindle down
To a precious few . . .
September, November . . .
And these few precious days
I spend with you.
These precious days
I spend with you.

So, here we are - 2009. It has been a year and a half almost since Dad passed away. I miss him...Mom misses him. We will just keep doing the best we can.