Finding joy in the day.

How do you find joy in a day, each day, special days meant to celebrate the person you just lost.  How do you convey the urgency you feel to others to celebrate the Mother they still have on this earth, what a special blessing they have and to not take it for granted.  "Take it for granted" what does that mean?  To take something as a privilege, and celebrating your mother on mother's day IS a privilege, however it's not granted to everyone.  It's not an assumed gift to me anymore, and makes me so angry to hear people complain about the burden of such a special privilege.  How selfish we can be.  And yet I understand that there were times in my years where I viewed the privilege the same way as others, it really is true that you don't know what you have till it's gone, and for some, you won't understand what I feel until what you have is gone.  The sorrow I feel surprises me some days.  Not that it is there, but how much it physically hurts.  I expected to be sad, expected to cry.  It's the awful aching in my chest and throat that takes me unaware.  The very real feeling that my heart is torn, physically ripped. 

"Grief is the price we pay for love."

"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."

I feel though, to be angry and sorrowful about this day, would be wrong to the memory of my Momma.  It is because I loved her so very much that I hurt so badly, and while that is a poor consolation it is also a small comfort.  So I will look for joy today, and I will find it, because I know that is what my Momma would want for me.  Using one of the many definitions of Mother: "to watch over, nourish, and protect maternally." I will have a lot of fun watching over my "children" today. :)

There she is gone....

Spring

"It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it." - Lena Horne

I am home now, back in St. Albert, back in the snow.  Sunday was the first day of spring supposedly, I think we didn't get the message up North.  When I left Portland the grass was green, there were daffodils blooming and I saw the first buds of leaves on the trees.  It's tough to see Mom wearing down as Spring is gearing up.  But life goes on, it doesn't revolve around us and it doesn't cease moving forward.  No matter how we may want it to slow down just a little bit and let us handle things.  And because life goes on, I am back home.

Because I am home, I had to say goodbye.  It was unbearably hard and to be honest I coped the best way I know how.  Distraction.  I feel a little bit like Scarlet O'Hara "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."  I almost missed my flight, it was an odd blessing, racing for the flight didn't leave me time to sit and think, and cry at the airport.

Momma and I reminisced the morning I left.  Mom always told me that when she was pregnant she prayed for a dark haired, blue eyed little girl.  I'm glad she got me, and I'm so glad I got her.  She has been a wonderful Mother.  Knowing us both you would know we are different from each other.  Momma is meek, the dictionary defines Meek as showing patience and humility; gentle, and when I was younger I think meek would be one of the last words used to describe me.  Mom was always trying to get me to be more like her.  An uphill battle I would say, I believed that meek really meant weak.  Isn't that the arrogance of youth?  I am younger, yet not old.  At thirty seven I would consider myself heading toward the middle.  I have often heard that as you get older the more you realize how much you don't know.  Everything is perspective, and for those older (and much wiser) than I please forgive the arrogance of my limited life experience.  Yet there is something I have in common with a few of my elders.  I am losing my Mother. I am experiencing the same thing that a few of Mother's friends are dealing with these days.  These are women that have thirty or more years on me.  These women have been blessed to have parents with long lives.  I am not bitter, bitter is not the right word.  Bitterness has no place here.  Yet I mourn the years ahead that I must face without my Mother.  As I have gotten older I have mellowed and I know as I am being broken down by Mother's death perhaps I am being made stronger, and more meek which really isn't a contradiction in terms to me anymore.

 "You're blessed when you're content with just who you are—no more, no less. That's the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can't be bought." 

Matthew 5:5 (The Message)

Sheesh it's late....

It's 2 am here, but I wanted to express to everyone how much your comments mean to me.  I am writing this for myself and for my family but it's so very good to know others are reading.  All your comments here on the blog, as well as emails and facebook messages really lighten my heart.  I am sorry I have not personally responded to all the messages, it's just a little too close to home right now.  Thank you everyone, you really are a blessing to me and my parents as I share some of the messages with them as well.

Much love,
Deb :)

A favorite pic of Momma :)

Dad

My father is one of the best men I will ever know in my life.  Devon is another, Jerry is as well.   These are men I hold in my highest regard.  I have been very fortunate to have some very good examples of what a man should be in my life.   My Uncles Jim and Herb are other examples. These men are not perfect, and they are very different from each other and they are very human, so very human.  These men make mistakes but they are good men.  All examples of what good men should be, to their wives, to their families.  Devon and Jerry are young, I know they will persist.  The others are older, they are tried, they have persisted.  Again these men are not perfect, but in my life they have been examples of a good man.  I am blessed to have had them in my life, not every woman grows up knowing that there are truly good men out there, goodness knows there are many bad. 

My father is a good man, he is wise and he can fix anything.  When I say anything I mean anything.  We never had plumbers or mechanics growing up, never an electrician would stop by, appliance repairman, roofer etc...we didn't need them, we have Dad.  Dad is a self taught man.  He didn't go to school to learn these things in fact he didn't have a father himself to teach him.  Dad's father, was not a good man.  I never knew my grandfather, he left my grandmother early in Dad's life to raise seven children by herself.  My grandmother was a strong, tough woman, but that's another story.  Dad has manuals galore, and he learned how to fix things and he dragged his kids along for the ride.  Jerry and I helped roof the house one summer.  Another year we helped dig a sewer line.  Fix a refrigerator, dishwasher, sheet rock a room, run electrical wire, paint the house, change our own oil, a tire, spark plugs, brakes and much more.  Dad can do it all, he has made numerous pieces of furniture, and the house Mom and Dad live in is a tribute to what he has done over the years.  He's finished the basement, redone all the ceilings, the kitchen, the bathrooms, and so, so very much more.  Nothing is the same, even the entry way.  My Dad is amazing.

Dad has never been unfaithful to Mom, not once.  Dad has never been unfaithful to his children.  He always provided for us, spiritually as well as financially.  To say Dad loves the Lord is too simple.  To say Dad loves Mom is equally as hard.   He doesn't just love them, it's beyond my words to describe that Love.  You have to know my father to know the intensity of my father's love that fuel the meaning of my sentences.  My father has been a servant to my mother in these last days.  Most would stumble over the word servant.  A servant, not as one who is in bondage, but a person who labors or exerts himself for the benefit of another.  My Dad has been a true example of self-sacrifice during this time.  He never complains, he does everything for Mom gladly.  He gives her medicines to her, helps her to the bathroom, gets her water, shaves ice for her, brings a hot wash cloth for her face, puts her favorite television shows on, sleeps with a baby monitor by his bed and never gets enough sleep because he checks on Mom several times in the night. Attentively by her side as much as he can, my father has personally taken on Mom's care and will see it through till the end.

However to say my father can fix anything, is not true.  He can't fix this.  He can't fix Mom.  Men need to be able to fix things, there is a frustration, an awful sense of being out of control, of not being able to do one thing to make this better.  At first there was anger, and questions of why.  Now as we get closer to the end, there is a peace that fills every room.  "And the peace of God, which is deeper than all knowledge, will keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus."  Phillipians 4:7  This peace is hard to describe but I know many have prayed for it, and it's exactly everything you want it to be in this situation.  It's uncanny and at the same time familiar and expected, and beautiful.  And Dad has been a beautiful example of love, of a servant heart, of how good a man, with God's help can be, and while he knows he can't fix this he does know with all his heart that his Abba, his Father will take this sorrow and will feel it as much and even more and will send His peace.  

         Servant Song

Will you let me be your servant Let me be as Christ to you Pray that I may have the grace To let you be my servant, too We are pilgrims on a journey We are brothers on the road We are here to help each other Walk the mile and bear the load I will hold the Christ light for you In the night-time of your fear I will hold my hand out to you Speak the peace you long to hear I will weep when you are weeping When you laugh I'll laugh with you I will share your joy and sorrow Till we've seen this journey through

Going Home

I bought a return ticket today.  I am set to go home next week and I am having a hard time with it.  Mom and Dad sat down with me the other day and wanted to talk to me about how I am doing, how Devon is doing, our finances etc...   Next week will be the fourth week I will be in Portland.  It's time to go home, I know that, but the thought of leaving is breaking my heart.  I'm not sure I know how to do it.  I'm not sure I know how to write about it.

((I started this entry earlier in the day, and left it because I was having too hard a time sorting out what I was feeling.  Later this evening doing work on my computer and listening to music a song from Fiddler on the Roof came on my player.  This part of the story is when a daughter wants to go be with her husband who has been exiled to Siberia, and she is trying to explain it to her father.  While Devon is in Canada, not Siberia (although this winter sure has felt like Siberia) he is far from the home I love, and yet, as the daughter explains that where he is, is her home.  I don't have to explain anything to Mom and Dad, they encouraged me to go home, although they love having me here.  I am still worried about my parents, I want to be here to be a help and support for them, I want to be with my Mom until the end as well as my Dad  As I said above, I am really torn about this decision.  The lyric "Oh, what a melancholy choice this is, Wanting home, wanting him" really sums it up for me.  I would very much appreciate your prayers, I need to feel peace about my decision.))

Far From The Home I Love

How can I hope to make you understand
Why I do what I do,
Why I must travel to a distant land,
Far from the home I love.

Once I was happily content to be
As I was, where I was,
Close to the people who are close to me,
Here in the home I love.

Who could see that a man would come
Who would change the shape of my dreams.
Helpless now I stand with him,
Watching older dreams grow dim.

Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,
Wanting home, wanting him,
Closing my heart to ev'ry hope but his,
Leaving the home I love,

There where my heart has settled long ago
I must go, I must go,
Who could imagine I'd be wand'ring so
Far from the home I love
Yet there with my love, I'm home.

Principessa

Principessa (Princess in Italian, my nickname for her)

"Happiness is a warm puppy."

-Charles M. Schulz

"Dogs feel very strongly that they should always go with you in the car, in case the need should arise for them to bark violently at nothing right in your ear."

-Dave Barry

There is royalty living at the Carver household.  Her name is Princess, and I am pretty sure she thinks she IS royalty.  Princess is the guardian of the home, no one comes or goes without her notice, and believe me she notices everything.  Let me tell you about Princess, she is a Rat Terrier.  Now if you know anything about dogs, and especially Terriers that declaration is explanation enough.  Most terrier breeds are remarkably similar. The same words are used over and over -- quick to bark, quick to chase, lively, bossy, feisty, scrappy, clever, independent, stubborn, persistent, impulsive, intense.

Princess protects the house from many things... neighborhood cats sauntering by, the blue jay scrubs and fat squirrels that eat the peanuts Dad puts out.  The saga of the squirrels is particularly interesting.  There is a doggy door that leads onto the porch.  In one corner of the porch is a feeder that can be seen from inside Princess' see through door, and there Princess waits.  Patiently she watches out the door, just waiting for the squirrels to come... and when they do, she shoots out the door as fast as a bullet!  She runs out the door so quickly she catches the hairs on her head and back on the door.  Poor little thing is going bald!  Although they do say that owners and pets start to resemble each other, sorry Dad. :)  While she is so quick she has yet to catch a squirrel, but she keeps them on their toes and I do believe I see a smile on her face as the indignant squirrel chatters his displeasure at her from a safe distance. 

"One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why."
Unknown 

Princess is also a professional lap dog, and comfort.  Mom and Dad adore this dog.  Princess really is the apple of their eye, and to be honest she is worthy of this adoration.  Now Princess does have her faults, she barks at the slightest noise, she harasses the cat sometimes and begs like no ones business.  She isn't subtle about her begging either, she will quite literally get in your face if you have something she would like to taste.  And another thing, she can clear the room when she passes gas!  It's so bad that if the living room were a cartoon, things would start melting, and I am pretty sure I saw the tulips droop just a little more the other day.  

Princess has her faults, we all do, however she is worthy of adoration, not in the sense of worship but that I do adore this dog, if for nothing else that she rarely leaves Mom's side.  Princess will go about her business in a day but usually when you want to find her, she is on Mom's hospital bed curled up at the foot or laying on top of Mom.  I have heard reports of dog's being able to smell cancer, or even just sense when something is wrong, and from what I have seen, I believe it.  I think that Princess counts it her personal duty to make sure Mom is OK, and she does a very good job of it.  I also know that as Mom passes Princess will continue taking care of Dad.  I adore her because she will help to keep Dad a little less lonely in the way only a faithful dog can, she is a big blessing from God wrapped up in a furry little package. :)

"I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands.  When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat.  For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that."  ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

Day by Day

(Left to Right) The Baxters: Mike, Albert, Steve, Jim, Peggy

Music has always been important to me, more than important it is like breathing to me.  I love to listen to music, play music, but especially sing.  When I am sad it's music I go to, I listen to the music that has comforted and inspired me.  When I am happy I go around the house singing.  Music gives me joy and at times has given me an identity and purpose.  Lyrics are important to me as well, and at times like these the words put to music are especially comforting.  I think I get my abilities to appreciate music and sing from my Grandpa Albert Baxter, Mom's Dad.  He played guitar and sang as well, and he was very good.  He could really yodel!  One of Grandpa's favorite hymns was Day by Day.  It is a favorite of mine as well, I hum it to myself often through out the day.

1. Day by day, and with each passing moment,
   Strength I find, to meet my trials here;
   Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
   I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
   He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure
   Gives unto each day what He deems best—
   Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
   Mingling toil with peace and rest.
2. Every day, the Lord Himself is near me
   With a special mercy for each hour;
   All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
   He Whose Name is Counselor and Pow’r.
   The protection of His child and treasure
   Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
   “As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
   This the pledge to me He made.
3. Help me then in every tribulation
   So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
   That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
   Offered me within Thy holy Word.
   Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
   E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
   One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
   Till I reach the promised land.  

(The Baxters) Jim, Ethel*, Mike, Albert*, Steve*, Peggy

 As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure, As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure....I repeat this to myself often it helps to remind me, we are going to make it through this....we are going to make it through this....

*Passed On

Patty

 People are very kind.  The outpouring of well wishes and flowers has been encouraging, and strengthening in a way.  It's nice to see the creativity of people in situations like this, times when the usual comfort food is not as appropriate.  Thank you everyone who has sent flowers, cards and messages for Mom.  Mom loves them all, as well my Father has been overwhelmed by the kindness' shown.

 My Mom has been visiting Patty for 20 or more years now.  Patty is Mom's hair dresser.  Patty is fiery, she's all kinds of sass rolled up in one person.  She is a love and a blessing.  Dad called Patty to bring her up to date on Mom.  Patty said she was coming over to do Mom's hair no ifs or buts about it.  She arrived with in 30 minutes from the phone call, tools in hand and took charge.  We got Mom sitting up in a chair and she asked what Mom wanted to do with her hair.  Mom was very decisive and said she wanted it cut and styled like an old picture that was taken years ago when she was 21.  Patty was very quick and the hair started falling to the floor. 

It's amazing what a new hair cut can do for your outlook.  Thank you Patty, you are an angel in every way possible. 

"That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day.  So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever. For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever!" 
2 Corinthians 4:16-18

Day of Rest

This morning I wanted to go home.  I miss my home in Canada.  I miss my husband so much more.    I call my wonderful and supportive husband and cry into the phone "I waaaaaaant to come hooooooooome....." or something to that effect.  Devon reminds me that while it's my decision and he will support me, I would regret leaving.  Later that morning I talked to Jerry as well and he reiterated what Dev said, Jerry also suggested I take a break, go to a movie or drive to the beach. 

So I took a break!
I took a nap and then went to the spa!  I got a facial, manicure and pedicure, had my eyebrows waxed and my hair done. 
Thanks for the advice guys!  I had a very relaxing day. :)

Jerry Dale

How is a hospital gown like insurance?
You´re never covered as much as you think you are. :)

M.J. the physical therapist told that joke to us. 

Most of you know Mom is dying, but not every one knows the details.   It was a week ago on Mon 2/21 that the doctors stopped giving mom nutrition (artificially through the tubes).   Mom and Dad made the decision to stop the artificial nutrition and leave the number of days she has to live in God's hands.  Mom is tired of doctor's appointments, chemo, artificial hydration and the works.  I respect her decision to live out her days as she sees fit.  The cancer has moved from breast, to liver, to bile duct and finally now her stomach and small intestines.  They found food in her stomach that had been there for weeks and found her body is no longer efficiently digesting food so she is not able to eat any food, just fluids, and even those she throws up.  Cancer is the cause but officially she will die of dehydration.  The doctors say it's a humane way to die, because you just fade away.

Mom and I are very different.  Dad and I are more alike, maybe that's why we butt heads so often.  Jerry Dale on the other hand is very much like Mom.  Now I'm not saying Mom loves Jerry more than me, but I suspect maybe just a little.  It's alright he's very easy to love.  Mom and Jerry have always been the peace makers in the family.

"Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God." Matthew 5:9

It is very difficult to impart how much I love my brother as well.  He's a calm place in a storm, he's like my Dad a lot.  A strong place to rest, capable and knowledgeable.  But he's also very much like my Mother, tender and very soft hearted.  Having both Jerry and I, well actually all four of us (Mom considers all of us her kids, Becca and Devon included) back home was a blessing to Mom.  She had her family around her.  It was a blessing to me as well, living in Canada I had forgotten how much I love Jerry and Becca, and miss them.

Saying goodbye to Jerry and Becca last Wednesday was one of the harder things to do, I can't imagine being Jerry, having to say goodbye to Mom and know it was the last time he would probably see her alive.  People say I am strong for staying with my parents, but I think it is much harder to have to go.  Jerry Dale is Mom's baby she and I laughed while getting her back into her bed I said that if Jerry were here he would probably crawl on to the small hospital bed to hug her. (Jerry is a big guy too!) I have seen Jerry wrap his arms around Mom and hug her off the ground.  Yes, Jerry is very much like Dad, strong.  He is very much like Mom, soft.  He's the best of both worlds wrapped up in a crazy sense of humor, we love you very much Jer and miss you every hour.

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted."  Matthew 5:4

A Twin Bed

Engagement Photo

We had a hospital bed delivered today.  It's really helpful, it elevates up and down and you can raise the head or feet.  As Mom is more and more dehydrated her body is retaining water, and her legs and feet are very swollen.  Being able to put her feet up will help with the swelling.

The only downside thus far is that it's a twin bed, room for only one...

Wedding December 27,1969

I imagine you could count on one hand the number of times Mom and Dad have slept apart.  Dad never had to travel for work, and pretty much where Dad went, Mom went.  This is the first in a long line of things that Dad will have to get "used to" doing alone.  After 41 years of marriage how do you get "used to" doing anything alone?  How do you say goodbye to the other half of yourself?  Mom and Dad have a deep love for each other.  More deep than I realize I believe.  There was never any question that Mom and Dad were a united front, never even a question of divorce.  There is loyalty there, there is security in their union.  There is a wonderful devotion and example of what a marriage should be, truly fulfilling their vows to each other "till death do us part"

My heart aches for my Father.  As hard as it is for Jerry and I to lose our Mother, it's immensely worse for my Dad.  Please remember him especially in your prayers.

Thank you, Lilly Anne.

Taken in Greely, Colorado.  To show a boy what he was missing! :)  Go Mom! The boy wasn't Dad by the way.  Glad Dad knew a good thing when he saw it!

Visiting her brother Jim, in Greely, Colorado

The wisdom of someone who has walked the road you are walking is invaluable.  A good friend from college stopped by to visit today.  She lost her father to cancer about a year and half ago.  A hug from a friend who knows what you are going through is very comforting.  My friend brought her daughter with her.  Lilly Anne is just over a year old, and so full of life!  A very sweet calm spirit she was a joy to have around and Mom loved every minute.  Lilly would run around Mom's chair, when she got around the back she would peek at Mom and exclaim something in a language only babies and mothers understand.  The joy and wonder of a young one is so contagious.

It's hard for people to offer comfort these days, no one seems to know what to say when you are just waiting for the inevitable.  They search for words but the usual "everything will be OK", "this too shall pass" are not applicable here.  When Mom and I talk she says " I have nothing to look forward to", and we talk about heaven but she is right, it's all down hill from here.  We are waiting.  As time goes on, less is said, words aren't as important as a hug, or a squeeze of the hand.

Graduation Picture

Another thing I have noticed is how so much of social life, family life revolves around food.  Mom can't eat anything, only liquids, and even those don't stay down lately.  But she is still hungry.  While preparing for my trip down here I was thinking of things we could do as a family.  Going to my favorite Chinese food restaurant, is out of the question.  People come to visit and want to bring a casserole.  Dad and I cooked some dinner the other night but it's unfair to Mom.  It was tacos her favorite, and it made her stomach growl.

Mom is getting weaker, she needs a walker to walk now and Hospice will be delivering a hospital bed tomorrow.  Sleeping lying down is too painful now, all the pressure from the tumor rests on her stomach and intestines.  She sleeps more through out the day.  She drinks less.  And all the while the physical body is starting to shut down, her brain, her speech, her laughter is still the same.  It's an odd blessing to still be so mentally alert, it's hard to accept she is dying when she sounds the same as she always has.

We have a board in our hallway that is filled with messages from Mom's loved ones, words of encouragement and love and farewells.  Notes just for her.  I know not everyone will be able to see Mom before she goes, so if you would like to send a message for her to me,  I would be happy to add your message to our board.

"Here she comes!"

"  I am standing upon the seashore.  A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.  She is an object of beauty and strength.  I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says:  "There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"

Gone from my sight.  That is all.  She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her.  And just at the moment when someone at my side says:  "There she is gone!"  There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take the glad shout:  "Here she comes!"

And that is dying."

- Henry Van Dyke

"There are many rooms in my Father's house; I would not tell you this were it not true.  I am going there to prepare a place for you.  After I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me so that you may be where I am. John 14: 2-3

Note the promise of Jesus.  "I will come back and take you to be with me."  He pledges to take us home. He does not delegate this task.  He may send missionaries to teach you, angels to protect you, teachers to guide you, singers to inspire you and physicians to heal you, but he sends no one to take you.  He reserves this job for himself.  " I will come back and take you home." He is your personal Shepherd.  And he is personally responsible to lead you home.  And because He is present when any of His sheep die, you can say what David said "I will fear no evil."

-Max Lucado "Traveling Light"

Thankfulness

There is nothing I regret when it comes to my mother.  She always loved me and still does, I always knew she was proud of me, I always knew she cared.  My mom is the best person to give a gift to, even if it is the tiniest, worthless thing, it is a treasure to my Mom and it shows all over her face every time how much she loves anything you give her.  Mom is grateful for things and more over thankful for the littlest things her children or anyone does for her, and her face lights up with pleasure.  She can't do as much, so we sit and watch TV together, or read.  I hold her hand as I sit in the chair next to hers, her hand twitches involuntarily at times but every once in awhile I squeeze her hand and she squeezes mine back tightly.  It's little things like holding her hand that makes her happy, and I know it.

Who am I going to ask my questions to?  Little things about temperatures for cooking?  Bigger things about children, and husbands.  I know logically, there will be others with knowledge to share, I can always find an answer.  But they are not HER answers, they are not HER thoughts.

A First Try

Another day, another John Wayne movie.  Last night it was The War Wagon and today it's The Horse Soldiers.  How many John Wayne movies were made anyway?  Mom is doing OK today, she slept well, but had a little pain.  If she dreamt she doesn't remember it.  This morning the snow arrived and then promptly melted.  Dad and I set up a chair on the porch and she came outside to watch the big snow flakes come down.  It was very hard to say "Goodbye" yesterday, and even harder I imagine for those who had to say it.  It was a wonderful time of fellowship with the family gathered, Mom had both her children with her again, and it really brightened her spirit.  So many laughs and memories were shared.  After everyone had left Mom was able to read the notes written to her, each word written with so much love, touched her deeply.  It's more quiet here now, and not so much laughter ah but John Wayne helps us soldier on. :)