Taking care of Mother

My dear sweet mother

Saturday, I told you that Carl and I were riding into Hanover and wasn't sure what time we would be home. When we got home at 10:30, you said, "Where in the Hell were you?" I simply told you that we were in Hanover and that I had let you know before we left. You said, "You didn't tell me a damn thing." I just shook my head and said "OK"

Yesterday, when you called me at work, and asked what I did to the satellite radio, I really didn't do anything to it. However, I believe when you turned it on, you must have hit the wrong button and it changed stations, but I didn't say anything. When Miss Betty and Mr. RJ were there, he only had to program in the 14 station and your bluegrass music was on.

It hurts me more everyday Mom, to see you growing weaker!

I wish I could help you to regain your strength, get back to your painting and playing music.

You were such a vital, loving, kind woman.

Last night when you finally got up off of your chair, and were walking around with your walker, you came into the kitchen and muttered something to Josie the cat. That's when I said "what"

and you then said "don't what me".

I then said, I bet you don't talk to your baby boy like that.

You then proceeded to get all huffy and stomped back into the living room.

Every little thing I said or did was wrong in your eyes.

I guess it's because I'm the one that is living there with you, and I'm sure

you are angry and tired of having to live like this.

If there was anything I could do, I would change this for you.

This makes the 6th time, within the last two days that you have asked me about

OATMEAL!

Mom, I've told you everytime, that we have 2 jars of oatmeal in food storage.

How do I get this into your head and why are you obsessing about oatmeal, of all things.

This morning when Dale called,

you told me you thought there was something the matter

with the phone,

because Dale couldn't hear you.

Mom, you have to put the phone to your ear,

not only to hear the conversation, but to also talk into the receiver.

Many times, I watch you talk on the phone to Aunt Booty,

you are looking at the phone, and it's at least a foot away from your ear and mouth,

you don't even have it up to your ear.

I wish I could make you undertand.

NO MATTER!

I love you Mom and I always will!

Wish YOU were here!