January 7, 2011 Another good day

Today was a nice day, despite the snow falling.  Mom's caseworker from Hospice came to visit.  She does a monthly visit and she mainly comes to see me and to see how things are going.  Mom was asleep when she arrived.  Montie was already here shoveling the paths and driveway.  Ever faithful, my friend Montie.  The lady's name is Pat and she loves tea.  Shannon had come home early because of the snow so she was here for the visit which was nice.  Pat was very happy that I had set up an appointment with Ann Thayer the lady from the Alz. Assoc.  They will tell us what to expect as time goes on and tricks and suggestions that we can use for situations that may arise. After she left, Mom started to wake up. Shannon and I sat with her and she did her morning mumbo jumbo.  She is rather entertaining most of the time.  She didn't seem to have as much pain when I helped her sit up in bed.  The "touch therapist" (man they have a title for everything nowadays) had given me some suggestions of what to try before I get her in a sitting position.  I am to move her to her side, which isn't always an easy thing, rub her feet and stretch out her legs one at a time and move them back and forth. After she was up and about she sat down and ate a pretty decent meal.  Shannon and I sat with her at the table for about an hour and were entertained. While we were sitting there Mom was having her conversation and she said," I didn't know Harry could marry".  Cracked us up.  I think it is so great that Stacie has set up so we can all share something special that Mom has done for us or has said to us or how she has influenced our lives.  I encourage everyone to take advantage of this.  I'll bet it would be therapeutic to all of you just as this blog is therapeutic for me.  We all have had the distinct privilege of knowing Martha and having her as a part of our lives.   She has influenced so many people with her mere presence and her love and faithfulness.  I know people she really didn't like and they never even knew it.  She always treated everyone the same.  I always knew even when I was a little girl, that I had a special Mommy.  In my early married years I came to respect her even more.  I always wanted to be the kind of woman she was but, I always felt I fell short of that.  She could stretch a dime farther than anyone I knew.  Daddy made little money but, I don't think we ever went without a thing that we needed.  We were poor by the world's standards but, because of Mom's money sense and discipline, we never really knew it. Here I am 57 years old and I am still learning from my Mom's life and still striving to become more like the woman she is.  I am blessed to be Martha Ormsbee's third daughter.