I didn’t know what to expect when I visited my mother today. From what Dad told me, she’d been very listless the last few days. When we got there, she was moaning quietly and unresponsive to our presence.
Still, I pushed her to Dad’s place for a visit. After more moaning and some on and off sleep, I ofered her some water. I held the glass as she drank, and after the first sip she said, “Good.” After several more sips, she said, “Much better.” Mom’s coherent words are few and far between, but always appreciated. I’m thankful for this mornings precious moments.