My mom's bestie passed away right before Thanksgiving. She was an amazing person that I wish I were more like. Kind to the bones. I miss knowing she is on the planet. I know Mom misses her daily conversations with her. I miss knowing she has that other person to help me hold up her sagging memory.
This week my mom's memory cleared enough for us to talk about her moving to an assisted living/memory care unit. One of her fears is that she will be alone there just like she is now and she will be in unfamiliar surroundings. I try to upsell it, talk about how nice it will be to have meals made every day, to have someone clean and do laundry for her. But those things don't seem to cut it. She is talking about being lonely.
I start the "It's going to be amazing" speech about that when all of a sudden I just know. I don't have to speechify about anything. I know that Mrs B. is going to continue to help out in spirit and I know that she is going to nudge someone toward my Mom to help her adjust and be her friend.
Don't ask me how I know. Not one clue. I believe Mrs B. came through to reassure us both that things would be OK. Like I said. Kind to the bone.
Love you Mrs B. Grateful beyond words or measure that you are with us still.
No comments:
Post a Comment