Hello again
It has been one of those weeks when people pass on to a better place. So far this week two people that I speak with and know have passed away. And another gentleman is going to be passing very soon. I think he will be gone by tomorrow when I get their.
I have seen so much death over the years. People I know, speak with on a daily basis. The two that have passed on, I was speaking with them earlier this week. The gentleman, I helped him to his room just the other day.
I didn't get a chance to bless the two that have passed, but tonight I made sure I was in this man's room, praying for his soul and, I guess last rights. I have the bible on my phone, a few bible's and versions. And know what passages to read to my friend. This is what I call those who have passed and the one who is passing. A friend.
I prayed and said, what comes to me, which is "I give you peace my son, I welcome you home."
It is that quick. One day one is having conversations with these individuals and the next day they are gone. That quick.
I will miss each of these beautiful souls. I will miss their smiles and friendly demeanor. I will miss the mans playing of the piano at times.
I not only am their getting to know and helping my mother. I am also speaking with, getting to know, all of the residents of the place mom is in.
It is that quick. this is why I need to be living in White Rock ASAP. So I am their, if anything should happen. So I am their, right away, rather than being 3 hours away and only able to get their during certain times.
Mom is more important to me than anything.
IT IS THAT QUICK
Well tonight I brought mom a burger and onion rings. I got their and we went to her room to do the usual things. Give her drinks, from the 8 different types I have for her, She only drinks a little bit at a time, so why not mix it up and let her taste all sorts of different drinks.
Get the plates, the chocolate, the fruit, the wet clothes etc...... I told mom what I brought and it was time to go and eat. Mom expressed this clearly.
Mom has different ways of letting me know what she wants. Different ways she opens her mouth, and this was time to eat.
We got down to our table, I set it up, mom was getting very impatient, so I hurried as fast as I could go.
Now mom ate the burger, the onions rings, most of the dinner served to her, the fruit, some smoothie, and her chocolates.
I asked if she ate today, she smiled and nodded yes.
It is difficult feeding mom with my right arm, it is in pain most of the time. But I can't feed mom with my left arm, not because I can't do it, because it startles mom to much. As mentioned, I think their is blind spot. Or she is not use to me doing this. So I have to feed her with my right arm. Very painful. Painkillers is what is helping me out. They are not very strong. I won't take anything to strong or addictive.
I get through it, get her ready for bed. The staff came in right away and we all laughed, As mom was leaning forward looking out of the corner of her eye to see if the women was coming.
Then it was just me, singing to her, I have a good voice, by the way. And holding her hand until it was time to leave. That alone is a big production. Have to set up the pads on each side of her bed, pack everything to go home with me, lower the bed to the floor. as low as it can go. Then I sing to her, our good night song, give her a kiss good night and off I go.
It is not a production, it just takes time. Excuse me.
My faith is still day by day. I must go now. Almost midnight. I really do need to eat. I am in so much pain when I get home. I just write this, my pain journal, answer a few emails, write some emails and I am ready to go to bed. I forget about eating. Or I eat crap.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
In order for me to use to hands to type, I have to have the keyboard right up against me. Other wise it is just my left hand that does all the work.
