July of 2014. That's as far as I got previously with posting events going on in my life.
July of 2014. That's when my life changed. Not in a way that doesn't happen to people every day, but still a change that no one wants to go through.
Mom took a tumble in her living room, broke a vertebra in her neck, and was hospitalized not quite two weeks. We always worried about her falling and breaking something, because of extreme osteoporosis. That hospital time is not something I want to dwell on. Just suffice it to say that it was awful for all of us watching her be so miserable because of getting very little much-needed sleep and from the hallucinating effects of pain medicine. Rant: Hospitals--let your patients sleep if they're asleep! It was a hot, hot, July day when Mom left the hospital and was transferred to a care home. So many little things added up to more frustration, but we were glad to have her closer to her own home. That night brought swift-moving pneumonia. It was just a week before Mom's 90th birthday. So grateful to have been able to be with Mom. So grateful for loving and supportive family and friends. So grateful for God's love and never failing promises.
July of 2014. That's when Mom left this world and moved on to the glory of her eternal home in heaven.