Hello again
I may be depressed at this time of the year. Oh who am I kidding, I am depressed most of the time. Because of my situation, of having nothing and being so far away from where my mother lives, and not getting any help, doing everything by myself etc........
Well if anyone is to do it, it should be me, as I know what I am doing. Brilliant is one word to describe myself. Yes I may be depressed but I know how intelligent I am. Maybe part of the problem. Arrogant!
Not! I am a humble man who only wants to do what is right by his mother. And yes one can call themselves humble when it is true.
But all of this aside, I am not going to not let mom have a great Christmas. To have her room decorated nicely.
So over the weekend I dug out all of mom's Christmas decorations, and today I started to bring them out their. So each day I will bring something out there. By the end of the week, I should have everything ready to set up her tree and decorate her room. Well I have already put somethings up.
Mom knows. Again, I feel it is a series of strokes that mom had that has put her in this situation. I just finished downloading many Christmas albums from artists she likes. Not this canned Christmas music you hear everywhere. It is driving me extra nuts. I am sure it is doing the same to you.
Anyways, mom had her hair done today, it looked good, but they still have not got it, that mom dislikes hair on her face. I have asked them numerous times to please keep the hair off her forehead. I will ask again. It just bothers mom.
All I could bring mom today, was an omelet. And the papaya was yellow again. Which I paid for red. I spoke with the store today, and got a refund on the last two that were yellow. Now there is two more. Mom ate this tonight, even though she does not like the taste. The red papaya is much sweeter. I brought the shell home and put it in the freezer, so when I bring the other one home I can take them both in.
Mom may not speak, but she can communicate through gestures. And mom has many different gestures to mean many different things. I know them all and what each one means. No one else takes the time to read mom. To bad. And to bad for mom, she would be able to have conversations with people, instead of everyone ignoring her.
I am so glad I am their for mom, so she can have a conversation everyday. And I can too.
Mom ate the omelet I brought plus the roast beef they served her. She motioned to have her spa treatment done, so who am I to argue with mom. We finished off and got her ready for bed.
Afterwards I just held her hand. This time there was enough time for me to stay until she fell asleep. Then I quietly left. Of course after I sang our good night song to her.
It is late again, so I must go.
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher W. A. Schmuland
I have chosen this life of servitude, taking care of my mother. But would like something. Help to get to White Rock
