Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Am under the weather big time. Can’t stop coughing. A new bug for our deteriorating country. Rob thinks part of the problem is grief over Lucy’s death. I am sure that’s a big part of it.

Mom is on her bathroom kicks. Lost count as to how many trips she took today. Betty called while I was in the bathroom with her to tell me to look at the sunset. Spectacular! We get so many gorgeous sunsets around here. I decided to show mom, too. I took her to the window for a look.

What are you doing?

I want you to see something. Look! Look at the sky!

I see. I see. Now close this window. I don’t want it open. Close it! 

Mom is alive, but is missing out on a vital part of life—enjoyment, wonder, awe, and joy! Lucy’s last day was more packed with life than mom’s every day. Lucy bounded down the stairs that day. She had treats and enjoyed her extra dollop of yogurt. She barked at Sammy and lunged to play. Then she left us. Way to go, Lucy. I will always love you. Lucy died with her boots on. Mom is barefoot.