came this afternoon when Sam, Verla and I returned from lunch. Mom was settled in her bed after a good morning of her first real shower, no Linda Blair vomiting and a brief sing-a-long when I told her we sang Marvelous Grace in church this morning. She is looking and sounding more like herself.
"Nina, I have a question. When did I get sick? "
"Can you tell me what's wrong or is it too hard for you?"
I told her everything we knew. It wasn't too hard.
She replied, "It's ok, I've had a good life. How many people live to be 93?"
She said a few other things--I wish I could remember it all.
But right now.