It’s been a crazy time. Both my children and their families visited with Mother here at home on two different mornings near Thanksgiving. It had been several years since they had seen her. It was more a picture-taking opportunity than anything else.
Then I was out of town, and came back sick. Not lying-in-bed-can’t-move (thought there was one day like that) but enough coughing and sniffling that I didn’t want to be around susceptible (old) folks.
I talked with the folks at WP last week and they said she was forgetting she had eaten and accusing them of not feeding her. But when I talked with Konnie over there yesterday, she said Esther was in great spirits, laughing and joking. “I love it when she is like that,” she said.
Today I called to apologize (again) for not seeing her for so long. She heard my crackly voice and assured me she would pray for me. She told me that everything is fine now that she has moved.
“Oh, where did you move?”
“I’m back in Berea, just off Front Street. It will be very easy for you to get to me now.”
“What makes you think you are back in Berea?”
“Well, everyone here is so nice and I’m having such a good time.”
I almost hated to tell her that she was, in fact, in the same place she’s lived in for almost two years. Did she remember seeing her grandchildren and great-grandchildren? No, but the point was for them to see her. Memories are funny things.