I was up early again- always am up early on Sundays. It’s a habit and I like it. I like being at the church at 8AM and having a full hour to greet people and work out any problems that may come up.
Mom was up at 6AM but didn’t come looking for me. So I took her pills to her at 7AM. She looked at me in surprise.
“What are you doing up so early?”
“Well, I’m here to give you your pills.”
“Already? It’s early.”
“Yes, you need these before breakfast.”
Takes the pills.
I finish getting ready for church.
At 7:55AM I go in to give her the after breakfast pills. She normally eats as soon as she receives her before breakfast pills, But not today…
“Why are you bringing me these? I haven’t eaten yet. I never eat before 8AM.”
Smile. Leave and go to church. The pills can wait till I get home…
Meet in the afternoon with the family of the deceased. We have her memorial service pretty well planned I think. I go home and lay on the couch and nap while The Boy watches football. DH is at work.
Someone is shaking me awake and talking to me. Its Mom. I don’t hear what she says.
“What do you want Mom?”
Ignores me-to The Boy:
“Are you watching football?””
Makes comments about the Bears and the Packers.
“Mom- what did you want?”
“What do you mean what do I want?”
“I didn’t hear what you said. You woke me up.”
“You were sleeping? I thought you were watching football.”
“No- what did you want.”
“I don’t know. Oh yes- When are we having dinner? Oh wait- don’t tell me. DH is working so it won’t be until about 7PM.”
“Well- that was a stupid thing for you to ask me!”
“Of course I know when we are going to eat- why would you even ask me?”
Mom walks out.
Good night Gracie…