Today was a good day with Mom. I took her some bank information this morning and then picked her up this afternoon for a picnic at Alki Beach. We sat and talked and ate our sandwiches while the ferry boats and tugs went by on their rounds.
Mom loved the Cobb Salad, deviled eggs, half a turkey sandwich, potato chips, half a Mounds bar and some Sprite Zero. I suspect that she doesn't always eat well these days, so I try to have a couple of meals with her a week. I know that today she had a good lunch and got out in the fresh air for awhile.
When we got back to her place she showed me how my brother had fixed her TV. He had hooked up a new digital tuner with the digital antenna that I purchased for Mom. That is a big weight off of me. She was having such a hard time without TV.
Mom also showed me all her keys, where she keeps them and how she as no idea what most of them go to at this stage. She laughed and said I was going to have a heck of a time after she is gone.
Mom's feet were pretty bad today. I suspect she has diabetic neuropathy in both feet now.
The words of a song my Dad used to play keep going through my head. The song is called "September Song" by Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson. Here are the last two stanzas:
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you
Mom can be a handful, but I still love her. I have a front row seat to her demise and eventual death. It is intense, it is a privilege, it is sometimes very hard, but I will see her through to the end of her life.
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