Why bother with writing down momentary thoughts, connections that seem so relevant, so prescient, so worthwhile if one never reads them again ... what is the purpose of memory if they are not shared and revisited. Today has been momentous ... so many treasures from Jane Frelick's entrance into church, a little late, to her front row seat, directly in front of our other nonagenarian, our Society founder (donated the land on which the church was built), Frank MacArtor.
This morning mom had some chest pain after eating all her hot cereal (a first), which I did not thicken too much, and her tea, and then I called Hospice. Spoke to the angelic Kim, who was getting off at 8 a.m. after working the night shift, and she gave my concern to the on-duty nurse, Lynn Boley, who called me twice. Once on her way from Bear and the second when she was at the door. What an immediate humanitarian who hugged my mother, who she did not know, and then proceed to take care of her needs including getting a prescription for an antibiotic for her chest cold (she'd been bringing things up). She also suggested she change into something with long sleeves. The one item was too long so she said, as a sewer, she could hem the garment and bring it back to her soon. Amazing. I have to do something as I'm single (she's been divorced for 20 years, her second, and has two children, one from the first marriage and one from the other, who adopted the other. The children are close.)
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