About the disease...
She has trouble swallowing and, at times, breathing. They began giving her oxygen yesterday. Yet, her sweet, sweet spirit remains. She doesn't talk at all, yet we brought her to church on Sunday, and I looked over down the pew and noticed her mouthing every single word to the worship songs and hymns we were singing. The Holy Spirit is definitely alive in her. This, of course, gives me hope.
|a photo I took as my dad fed her this weekend. I did her hair and makeup and we attended church after breakfast.|
The mom I know...
I don't want to end the post here though. Although this disease has taken my mom, I have so many wonderful memories of who my mom truly is. Here is an excerpt from a post I wrote a few years ago about my mom:
|I am sure bath time was interesting with 4 littles.|
There are so many words to describe my mom:
- peacemaker--I never heard her argue or have to "be right."
- Soft-spoken--I never heard her raise her voice
- Excellent listener--never interrupts, lets you just talk--I so miss our daily conversations.
- She has a servant's heart. She has served, served, served her whole life. When she was home, she rarely sat down and was cooking, cleaning, etc. She took care of everything and everyone.
- She had a ridiculous memory (as mentioned above)
- She worked so hard--at their business, she worked so hard to please every customer, even if it meant working 12 hours per day M-F, which she did consistently.
- She has such a sweet spirit.
- So, so loving
- Patient--obviously--she had to have some patience to be able to deal with all of us kids!
- Excellent cook. She didn't use cookbooks--it was just all in her head.
- She is so giving--of her time, talents, and energy.