a quiet moment

A winters sunset

Well, it has been a week of worry and long days and short nights, but Mom is better. She broke her leg a week ago Friday. Brought her home that night and everything seemed okay—

Then she reacted to the pain medication and we almost lost her.

She lost her way for a while, but is slowly finding her path back home. It was a heartbreaking day on Sunday, when she didn’t know who or where she was or who I was – particularly heartbreaking to see her so confused.

I believe sometime on Tuesday, she chose to stay with us and each day she has gained a tiny bit of herself back.

Still very weak and of course with a big heavy cast on her left leg, she can’t move without help. We are looking for someone to stay with her during the day while I am at work. And due to being at the end of the earth here in the Ozarks, it is hard to find folks willing to drive all this way.

But I remind myself, it has only been a week – so each day more and more will fall into place until finally we are back to a regular old normal day to day routine.

We are so grateful for your kind thoughts and prayers – each one has been a bright candle in our dark days. Please continue to shine your light –

Love
K

Her Voice

Her Voice

The family joke is that her children rejected her lullabies
To hear The Battle Hymn of the Republic sung in his off key baritone
That soprano voice, trained and educated,
Her hands knowing and strong across the keys
Music that would draw her children to hear
Her song and the music she created
As if following the pied piper
Singing Tammy and Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Christmas carols and every hymn in the Baptist songbook
We would sing together
Or sit and listen to her voice
That voice we heard from our watery beginnings
That voice that would bring tears to his eyes
In love and admiration
The sound of the surprise gift of the baby grand
Home in the front bay
Where she would play and all the neighbors
In their homes would listen to the glorious notes
Her hands and fingers and voice produced
That cherished instrument
Sold soon after he died
And then she stopped singing
Her children left bereft in the silence
Knowing finally her music was only for him.