My friend of 50 years, much like a sister to me, passed away today. She had another stroke. Because of my religious beliefs I know that she is in a better place. She is no longer in any pain. She is reunited with people she loves. She is more than ok. She would not want us to cry, but at the hospital I did and her husband did, and I am sure her sister and niece did too when they got the phone call. It just seems weird. One minute you are fine and in the blink of an eye something can happen and life changes. After her first stroke she was not able to swallow. Just yesterday at the hospital when we were trying to wake her up to see if she could possibly swallow some lemon ice for the therapist I told her "remember how we have spent 100's of hours talking on the phone ... you have to get better so we can do that again." I also told her remember how many times we have gone just driving around, drinking Dr Pepper from Sonic, and listening to the radio, swaping every secret thought we either had ever had? We have got to go driving around, and to do that you have got to get better. Well, it will be a while until she and I get to do that. The 11 days she was in the hospital I know she never recognized me. Because she had not made any progress the hospital was going to discharge her soon and told her husband he would need to put her in a nursing home. I know for a fact, from our hours of talking about things, that she never, ever wanted to be in a nursing home. Maybe she heard that and decided nope, not going to a nursing home. Her husband told me today when I asked what he was plannng for a service that there were some songs she would have want played. She loved Elvis. He was going to have think about what gospel song of his she would have wanted. He knew for certain she wanted the song Spirit in the Sky to be played. A song from our high school days. It was written in 1969, I think. Here it is ....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPPlGFh6OpQ
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Monday, June 25, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Thursday Things
received spy disquises as one of the summer reading program prizes ... mustaches and sunglasses. Taylor loves the mustache and has worn hers off and on for days.
My granddaughter is talking more and more. Today I was washing her dishes, sippy cups and little forks, etc and she brought me her tea set dishes and said "wash this." Well, okey dokey. This week her favorite word is "mine." She loves to share food, wants to feed us bites all the time. Today she tried to feed my daughter a potato chip and when my daughter said "no thank you" Taylor said "pleeeease?" We had never heard her say please before.
The wind has been blowing fiercely. My grandson, in the red shirt, is almost twelve. We were having pizza for supper and I have to have a fountain coke with pizza so we went to the closest convenience store for a coke. My grandson sat his 32 oz drink (obviously WE don't live in New York City) ... anyway, het sat his drink down on the counter right in front of me and it sat there a second before it just tumbled off the counter. The convenience store people were super nice, my grandson was super embarrassed and I was super sticky. He fixed another drink and we came home. I just have regular "trailer house" steps ... not the best situation but it is what I have. The wind was blowing like crazy and actually blew the screen door back, hitting my grandson and between the door and the wind he went flying off the top step. I mean really, blew him off, right on his bottom about 4 feet away from the steps. Last year the wind caught the door and ripped the chain and the door return thingy off the door and I haven't replaced it because it would just get ripped off again. The wind catches that door daily. At 11 yrs old getting blown off the porch is embarrassing (to him). Oh. And he was holding his 32 oz drink which hit the ground, the styrofoam cup burst and he was again super embarrassed, super sticky and his pride bruised. He and I drove back to the convenience store. Right before we headed out for the cokes & pizza he had taken my dogs' crate outside to wash for me. The bottom tray is pretty hefty metal. It WAS totally flat when he washed it but the strong wind hit it while it was drying and now it looks like this ....
When the wind was not blowing my daughter and I took my granddaughter to a park ... she loves to swing.I have a friend I met 50 years ago. I went to an elementary school that was mostly hispanic. I was always the only white girl in my class until Debbie came to my school. We became best friends. She had a stroke last week. I went to the hospital to see her today. Not a happy time.
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