Wednesday, May 28, 2014 

Another very long day. Mom has been making trips to the bathroom since 0500. I am officially exhausted. We have been through quite a few diapers and one shower, with the usual caveat, Don’t touch my hair. Bathroom duty is my least favorite thing in the world. But she is comfortable and happy. 

I have plenty of editing to do, and now and again, mom will call.

Sandy!
What mom?
Oh, let’s see. I don’t remember. What did I want you for? [Mom fudges and seeks for something.] Oh, uh, where is my sister Rose?
In a nursing home in New Jersey.
Really? Does she have to be there?
Yes, mom. She can’t walk.
But they can help her walk again. Can’t they?
No mom.

We had plenty of cleanup after yesterday’s storm. Branches of every size and shape—as ever! Just one of those things. Took a walk tonight and saw one of the many cars severely damaged by last week’s hail storm. Quite a wreck: side view mirrors and trim destroyed, windows and body destroyed. I was lucky that only my hosta and some other plants suffered. The roots are still strong. There is always hope. 

As with mom. She is strong. I am not sure what there is to hope for, except for a good life in the hereafter.