Monday, August 16, 2010

A Journey Ends --- Another Begins

Dad and Mom, little rascals?
Beauty in black!
Dapper Dad!
Lol, don't know the story behind this!
1968, best shot ever of year he would die.
1972, vising us in Hawaii, missing dad.
Through the years.
The faces of dementia.

Together again!

He smiles as he tends their garden

The Son is shining bright

She could be here any minute,

Yes she just might

Looking eagerly down the path by the sea,

For that face he longs so much to see.

For her the years have slowly passed

Until that moment when at last,

He sees her hurrying down that path,

Lovingly to greet him.

Her scattering tube.

Hannibal, Ohio, and the Ohio River on the right where mom loved to swim!   This will be the final stop on her journey for her remains.

For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.  
Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
1 Thess. 4:16,17,18

See you soon mom!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Moving Closer To The End

Is the time here now, is this the beginning of her final journey..

She ate no more then a small dish of her pudding yesterday, and nothing so far today and it is early afternoon. 

Much more sleeping or dozing now, all though she did watch most of a new movie I just got for her.

The mourning process has accelerated for me now, tears flow easy.

I know dad is getting anxious for his love to come home.

Not sure how to fill that empty spot that is already growing inside my heart, that mommy spot.

With all those I talk with online, I can find no one to talk with or write back and forth with.  I am alone.  No family or friends here to sit with me, have coffee, allow me the luxury of really letting it all out.  No, just me, the cats and mom.

Maybe she will eat a little tonight as it was last night that she finally opened up her mouth to receive some nourishment.

Nourishment, I sure have written quite a bit about that these last several years.

I have found a beautiful container for mom's remains, we will bring them to the Ohio River, where she loved to swim.