Thursday, January 27, 2011
I'd probably be heading towards bed at this time of night... my recent months of fatigue have kept me adjusting my days very carefully --- one reason I don't spend much time on the I-net reading other blog posts, even though I care very much for the "posters." However, this evening I spent time on the phone and my heart is both heavy and rejoicing...
Mom fell early last week, broke her pelvis in two places, so couldn't walk. She turned 90 in July. I knew this, at the best, would be pretty serious. My sisters, nieces, and various others have been hanging with her since then. This evening I finally had a long call with my sister, Kristan, and she gave me the present results. Mom has serious pneumonia in both lungs. They are keeping her on oxygen and meds... both keeping her resting and beginning to sleep a lot. That's good.
Well, among other things she, this forever tough and crotchety lady, has begun to wink occasionally and smile and say she's going to heaven. Nothing makes me happier to hear. I just asked Kristan to give her a hug and whisper in her ear that Joanne's looking forward to seeing her in heaven.
When I last saw her in Tacoma, August 14th, when leaving for my long drive home, I pointed my index finger strongly in her face -- and she's still about 5'10" or 5'11" [she started at 6'2"] and about 3 inches taller than me ... and I said, "I will see you in heaven!" And she looked at me with a questioning face and I repeated that statement just as firmly.
The joy to me is that... whether she makes it for 2 more hours or days or weeks... or strangely, even longer... I will see her in heaven. I can hardly wait.
[I know this isn't as organized as it could be, but my brain is fuzzy and flying... so just put up with it. Also, you might gain a lot of understanding of our family background by looking at the link.]