Man, oh man. What a day! Due to my cold that has settled in both ear drums, I can't hear quiet noises, in particular, my Grandmother's voice. She is so meek and timid, that I am constantly having her repeat her words. If that isn't bad enough, with the dementia, she has trouble placing her words in the correct order as it were + she is confused 99% of the time. For instance, today she was talking about turning down the TV because she didn't want to wake up "Harry." Now Harry is her younger brother (who is now 87 years old and lives in Orange County). I kept telling Gram's that Harry doesn't live here.... this was after I realized that she was saying Harry, not my husband, Barry!
I wasn't able to go to church again today. It is so frustrating to know that I could really benefit from "it" right now, yet my hands are tied with staying here. I know that God "understands" my dilemma and will pass His inspiration down to me, even if I'm bathing Gram's for the umpteenth time rather than sitting in a pew singing, "How Firm a Foundation."
Tonight, we watched the Disney Classic, "The Shaggy Dog." Gram's and I just love the old Disney's, but unfortunately, Barry and Daddy don't. It is great clean entertainment with not even a hell or damn and no sex/violence. I take that back: The Shaggy Dog did bite the bad spy in the behind.
For now, I will end this day with a prayer and maybe, just maybe, I will feel better tomorrow and will be able to start the day all over again, Harry in tow.
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Are you taking care of your Grandmother? I used to help watch over my husbands Grandmother a few days a week- and she had dementia... It was very hard. I seriously know what your going through.
She lived in a small town and hated to be with usin the city. She always was "mad" at us that we were not taking her home, confused and didn't understand why we were so unfair to her. She was VERY, VERY hard. She passed away 2 years ago, and I have to admit that the time that I served her-- even with the bad days -- it taught me great lessons about Christ-like love and service. I miss serving her.
Sorry for my long-novel comment..
Hope you have a good week..
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It made my day to see you in my followers box! Welcome to Blogland! I love this place!!!!
Sorry about the way things are lookin' I'll be praying for you!!!
Lots of love!
I am almost completely certain that every Disney movie has someone getting bit in the rear--for sure the animated ones.
We can think of eachother as you care for your grandmother and I care for a newborn. I think your service is an even greater act of love and selflessness. Love you.
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