Holding On...

Mom was dehydrated last weekend, sending her to ER. My sister called upset that she would not last. My younger brother suggested we should have a plan in place for her funeral. I agreed because I don't want to have to make decisions when the time comes, but am hoping against hope we don't have to give her up yet.
Went to see her yesterday. Took our grandson Jake also. As I approached Mom to wheel her out of her room she looked up with her sweet eyes saying, "Marilyn" and my heart melted. Just being near her is comforting and it was sad seeing her struggling to answer anything we asked her as if she could not access information in her brain. Jake played cards with my sister and me and my younger brother, we call "the funny one", injected his humor. Still, the time seems fleeting when with her.
Putting my all into this week as the school yearbook is due and one art show and then it is free sailing just about to the end of the school year.
I so wish I lived closer to Mom in her decline. A friend said his Mom lived two years after she stopped knowing who they were...Selfishly, I would like her here on earth with us.
God blessed us with the most wonderful Mother...I don't know how to thank her enough.