Hello again
I arrived at mom's today to find out that her roommate had passed away an hour earlier. The family was just starting to come.
A nice lady, Scottish, with that accent. Had her difficulties. She got the flu shot and then developed a fever. That was it.
Last night I was thinking that the roommate was going to pass on.
Over the last decade, I have seen many and many people pass on to a better place. Even passing away in front of me.
It is very sad. She will be missed. I had many a conversations with her. I don't know if she understood me, because of her Dementia. I had them anyways.
Mom was not in the room, when this happened. They kept her far away. In a way it is a good thing. I know mom understood that her roommate had passed on. Not the first.
It did seem mom was OK. Yet I was all over letting her know that she is healthy, That she gets the supplements each morning to keep her healthy. Vega One and a liquid B Complex. Covering all of what she needs each day.
I said to her, I know it tastes bad, but please take it. It will keep you going. Strong and healthy. I keep emphasizing to mom.
Being Wednesday, it was the day to wash her hair. Mom was hungry today, very hungry. She ate all of what I brought plus most of the served dinner. And of course the dessert.
I had a gold Kiwi, and I don't think there will be anymore until next spring. Well May or June. I will check though. And let mom know they won't be back until next spring.
We go through this every year. She knows they are seasonal. And she won't eat the green one. I always say to everyone, Once you tasted the gold Kiwi, you won't want to eat the green one anymore. Such a difference in taste.
I tried to slow everything down tonight, to give the family time to grieve and get things in order with the roommate. But we had to get mom into bed.
When we got mom into bed, the family left and then the staff came in and put her into a body bag. She was there for a while. Mom knew, but I kept the curtains closed between them.
Mom understood. She just wanted her spa treatment. To relax her and take her mind off of it. I held her hand tight, and sang to her. The music was on, Nice and relaxing for her. I stayed much latter tonight. Didn't even get home until 11:45.
But I needed to write this. I didn't want to write anything. Feeling sorry for myself again. Pity me not.
Mom is fine though. That is all that matters. To bad for what I feel.
Going now.
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher.W. A. Schmuland
