I flew to see my Mom on March 5th. I got to Quarryville around 7:30pm and went down to her room to see her. She recognized me right away. It was wonderful to hear her sweet little voice call me by my nickname and be so happy to see me. I didn't stay long 'cause I was so tired from the trip (about 17 hours, door to door). Our daughter, Meg, arrived about 8:30pm. She'd driven up from Chattanooga. What a treat....seeing both my Mom and Meg in one evening!
March 6th...Here's what I wrote in my journal. "I'm sitting here at Quarryville. It's peaceful and quiet, two of the things I've always loved about visiting Dad and Mom here. Now, th
ough, Mom lives in the Convalescent Unit and Daddy's in heaven. I miss walking into my parent's apartment, seeing my Dad in his chair, and the safety net my parents put around me when I would come to visit...the laughter and fun. But I am so thankful to see my Mom happy and content where God has her now, although she longs for heaven." Here's Meg, showing Mom her pictures of her life in Tanzania. Mom was very responsive, so much stronger and talkative t
hen last time I saw her.Margie, my sister, also came for a few of the days I was there. We went for a nice walk, a drive, fixed Mom a curry dinner, went to church, had lunch with my Aunt and Uncle and cousin and family. It was really a special time. Mom was up for it all...so much stronger and observant. I asked Mom to pray for our curry dinner and she thanked the Lord "for our little party". It was so sweet. Here we are after eating.
It was hard to say good-bye to Mom. She's just so thrilled to have us come and visit. I'm not sure when I will see her again but I continue to pray that God might allow me to be with her when He decides to take her home to Him.
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