I'm going to complain.
We are talking about departing this earth to become eternal Life.
On Friday, we were cleaning out my mother's house. My mother has been placed in Hospice care and Edward and I are bringing her clothes and supplies while her Dementia has placed her easily into nursing care. Mother told me she likes the place and her new home is bright and nice. Her nursing staff is bright-eyed, swift of feet and optimistic. Everyone working there is pleased. Last week she would be very silent at times during our phone call and I found this puzzling as I made conversation with my mom being quiet.
Thursday we had 3 meetings at her house and one was the locksmith returning from last week who told me the lock had faced an attempted break in and held. The lock had also not been relayed properly. Now with it fixed, we set out to try and decide if we were in the house when this happened, asleep or awake and set up more security cameras and increased the outdoor lighting.
The house faced selling decisions, and we hunkered down to clean out the clothes and makeup of my mother while she is living. During this time of workers in and out, we lost her checkbook and mine. Not found. Artwork was missing. Found. Some coins were taken. Mother had not wanted a Hospital bed, so the beds in the house left behind have seen some better days. The Television is shut down. Dust is flying. All the corners of the house are being opened, sorted for donation and boxed or thrown out.
The phone rang today, we were told Mother has reached a new state of decline, come to the Hospice Nursing Care. Couldn't find her eyeglasses, found 15 pairs. Took all of them hoping they are properly distributed. Felt sure they were. Remembered her new shoes and pants. Put other equipment you hope you won't need or your loved ones into the car and carried up into the building. Found her room now has oxygen being delivered and Mother can no longer really hold her head up. She isn't really ambulatory now. Although she recognized me, we were so glad to see each other. Mother has conversations, her friends and good neighbors and long-time visiting friends had all decided, her Dementia allows about 4 minutes of conversation before she goes silent - - - to sleep. The effort is too great to communicate.
Out the door again, on to see the next family.
Our 14-day Covid Vaccine Quarantine Ends. For the first time in a year and a half we had a meal in a restaurant with family. It was our first regathering with some of our family. Seeing each other and the growing great-nieces and nephews. Astonishing.
Home to no place of great comfort to sit and more heavy duty moving chores.
More family calls. More sharing news of this week's downturn, safety, and work related housing decisions. While Mother is still alive. It's like The Super Bowl Mardi Gras of Easter Egg Hunts you never hoped to attend. Put your hand in, you find the year Lapis was wanted and King Tut was touring the museums. My mother had only one set of Lapis and mine was added to hers. One set was too few and two was better. Mom had just divorced after 25 years. My godmother Marilyn, who was so very wonderful and went straight to Heaven at the young age of 62, also contributed a Lapis Bracelet. The time was so sweet, so sad, so close to my heart. We were all so much younger. Mother divorcing and grieved, my beloved Godmother had Cancer and was making lifelong memories with just a few beautiful beads. I was in college with my new, used much longed for newish car. The world in 1982 was still bright and shiny, if a little bit, surprisingly sharp around the edges. I hadn't seen the Lapis in many years. It looked untouched by all this time. I wept. Remembering we all hoped the Lapis could make it, "all better."
And then my back decided to go into left side spasms, right side charlie horse with foot arching. Sleeping on the cobblestone mattresses were not helping.
We had cleaned out the bathrooms, the 13 Jumbo Sized Boxes of Books, half the kitchen, 2 bedrooms, the Den.
What was left. Mother's purses.
I reached in and found her beloved employer's business card. Ebby Halliday lived 104 good years and her business card reads, "Do something good, every day, for someone." Our Realtor for Mother's house is from this great life, we all got misty remembering the amount of good Ebby did every day. The family with five children who had music lessons and instruments and band trips. The husband with a broken back getting a new mattress from Sanger Harris. The untold and quiet good deeds. What would be done for the 6000 awards Ebby had won - we all knew about? A new Foundation for Ebby has been created. Maybe one day we will all see all the good Ebby did.
My friends kid with me, my own purses should be Christened and Given a Name.
And then I put my hand in and I was holding one very old, 5 decades old, still beautifully fashioned black leather and snakeskin perfectly balanced and formed, somewhat petite handbag. From Nice, France. In Church, my mother would let me hold the rather diminutive handbag. My father and I would admire the French creation every- after- Church- lunch. We would wonder if there was a prettier handbag on earth. And laugh, no, of course not, it was utterly perfect. My parents were entertaining their only child, me. Next, came the equally pretty, found within two years, white one, same size with gold bamboo sticks to hold the new perfection in total handbag harmony. Edward wandered in to ask why I was wailing. He asked, "Over a handbag?" I muttered, your dad's gold watch. Ah.
Edward decided he could empty Mother's closet for me. I believe we have another Lapis moment. Memories are cherished.
Memories are made.
I went into the Kitchen and found the 6 perfect botanical little bowls, French purchased, for the rare dessert Mother would fix. So special. If you eat all the dessert, you find which botanical you have. Amazing they look so new. One of the reasons I had an online antique China business: The astonishingly frail, artistic creations are held nobly and endure to shine the eternal truth of Beauty. What survives us - can be surprising. In deep and unfathomable ways.
My father dreamed about my mother's passing on about 80 times (1971-1980). He said she would pass on from an extremely large house. Her friend, Sue Dickey, understood, about 1982, and dreamed my mother would have a long-time caregiver at home and would need to go to a care facility for God's Plan. My mother believed Sue in 1982 and carried long-term insurance since 1997. About 1990, I was in a Bible Study, we had been discussing Sue and Joe (who had moved out of state, but had formerly been part of that Bible Study Group). During the discussion, I thought I heard Sue in the room saying this will happen during a Pandemic. I was unfamiliar with the term Pandemic and asked what it meant. And why.
All of this is in the process of happening. 2021, Mother's caregiver felt overwhelmed when Mother was placed on Hospice during the Pandemic. Sue said she and her husband, Joe, would enter into a care facility about the same time. I received a phone message from Sue in about November 2020, last year.
Mother's care facility is called Monticello.
David Osios, 4 or 5th Century House Church, Thessaloniki
Yes, We all want to know we are doing God's Plan. Father God has His Eyes on us. We want to be Walking His Path. Why did our Father God decide to put all of these knowings, dreams, visions, auditory together? God Himself would have to answer the question. Maybe because it's the stress of the times, the Pandemic, Edward's illness, 3 ill people in the family, a child died in childbirth in 2008. Newly adult children, empty nest. We could have a reason or choice all the day long. God's Plan is for Hope and a Future in Jesus. This explanation would have to be the complete reason until God tells us.
I know all the physical and emotional and safety concerns in health, Covid, worldwide peace, pandemonium and Pandemic has us all together in Fellowship of Upsets. If we look at Scripture, Jesus would probably say, "My Father is still working and I am still working."
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
Brothers and sisters,
we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death,
so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.
For we believe that Jesus died and rose again,
and so we believe
that God will bring with Jesus
those who have fallen asleep in Him.
15 According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead
in Christ will rise first.
17 After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air.
And so we will be with the Lord forever.
Therefore encourage one another with these words.
Abba, Father God,
Thank You during Easter Season, for Jesus.
Help us to always seek You first.
Dwell in us Daily. Know every aspect of our Being.
We ask Your Willing Blessings for us
and for those we Love to be
part of Your Love and Encouragement in Jesus Christ.
Blessed be the Highest Name of Jesus.
You desire to save the world in Jesus Christ.
We lift up our Nation to You for Your Mercy and Help.
Blessings upon this Nation in Jesus, we pray.
We ask to see more of Heaven on earth
and pray for Your Good Creation.
Bless those we Love.
Bless our families.
Thank You for Hearing our Prayers.
We thank You for our Blessings.
Peace. Better than the riots from last year.
We pray for those who are so concerned and not saying.
We ask Your mercy upon the dying. My mother.
We pray for families to find wisdom and Love in encouragement
and the discussions we need to know one another.
Help families strengthen one another.
Bless our efforts to
communicate.
We pray You Reign over the Changes of Life
we do not control and ask Your Capable Love upon these days.
Your Mercy and Willing Help. Comfort. Comforter.
Bless Elliott with Healing.
In the Most Loving, Most Capable,
Highest Name of Jesus we pray, Amen!
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