Mom’s getting better,
she’s getting better,
she’s getting better.
My sister just left the rehab center where she’d been for the last 5 days.
It’s so strange, this hope and pain,
exhaustion and progress.
They’ll send Mom home at the end of the month.
She may or may not walk at that time.
She’s getting older.
So are we.
Her brain is all there. That’s such a relief.
In fact, the day after Mom’s stroke, she told Grandpa to mail the girls some gifts for Three Kings Day — so they’d be here in time.
They were here, in time.
Mom’s left side still isn’t responding the way she’d like.
She wants to play piano again.
That makes me cry every time I think about it.
(And then I go practice the piano myself.)
There’s a non-stop parade of her friends through her room. She has so much love for the world. It makes my heart grin to know that the world loves her back.
Thanks so much for all of your good wishes and thoughts and kindnesses.
The world loves YOU right back.