I haven't blogged on here in a while because things that I make funny were turned into nasty things. So much has happened in the last few months, some I can't talk about yet, and some I can. My Mom lived with us for quite a few months and really kept us hopping. Since I was sick I took care of her as long as I could. All too soon she moved to a Nursing Home where she could get the therapy and attention she needed. We visited often and found out she was one of the nurses favorites. Just her sassy attitude with them imbedded her in their hearts. They took great care of her.
One day I got the dreaded call, she wasn't doing well. God had decided it was her time to go to him. She passed quietly, just like she lived. I got permission to bury her in the family plot. During her burial there was a loud thunder clap that made everyone jump and then the train whistle blew for her, then we heard dynamite go off. Mom got the last word.......
So life is too short no matter what your age. Live each day like it is your last and be happy.
