David, Paul's brother, took their mother to Tupelo today for a back pain injection. I'd talked to her Sunday and she said she had to go; I was sorry she had to wait so long. She had this a few years ago, after her stroke, and when she was able to go back home. I think she fell in the tub then, but didn't say anything about falling; David would have called us. It's hard to believe she is close to 91 and still able to live at home, but it's a blessing to her. She still works crossword puzzles, talks to Aunt Ginny (her sister) every day, and prays for her family all the time. What a treasure.
No comments:
Post a Comment