Today is the 8th day that Mom has been bedridden and making a slow decline. Both Diane and I left for a little while Jon, JoAnne, Denise and Caity were here. Diane went to Randie's grandson's 5th birthday party and I went home for several hours.
Being home, I felt like I was visiting. I felt displaced. That wasn't a good feeling. I spent time with both Bill and Jessie, had dinner, then came back to spend the night with Diane and Mom. Another night of waiting on God's timing.
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