We had a good day! Vic was up for a bit – she even went to pick up Jon-Daniel from school. It was the first time in 7 weeks that she has driven. It could not have happened on a better day. At 09:30 this morning Jared BBM’d me asking me to come pick up Jon-Daniel from school. He passed Jon-Daniel in the passage and Jon-Daniel was crying. Jon-Daniel said he was worried about his Mom!
Vicky dragging her sick body to school to pick up Jon-Daniel defused today.
Vic received beautiful messages from Tatum and Muriel today. It meant so much to her. Dying is a lonely journey. Vic inability to function as a healthy person has isolated her from the world. Even when people come to visit she is often sleeps through the visit.
I was rubbing cream into her little feet tonight and she looked down and said “Mommy, my head and feet are really quite close together…” We just packed up laughing!
I remember in 2007 when Vic was so desperately ill, I said to her that my heart hurts all the time. That I think of her every second of the day and that life did not feel worth living. Vic replied: “Oh Mommy that is so sad! At least once a week the boys and I laugh so much that my tummy hurts from laughing!”
Things that I take for granted is an EVENT in Vic’s life…laughing, having coffee in bed with her boys, tucking them in, fetching them from school… I love this beautiful, brave child of mine.
Please God let tomorrow be another good day!
This photo was taken on 27.3.2010
Vic's Final Journey 
This poem made me think of the blog for today
BODY LANGUAGE
A movement, a look,
a tilt of the head;
when tuned into these things…
the message is read.
The way of your walking –
head up or hung down;
the smile in your eyes,
or a worrisome frown.
The world sees your gestures…
and by them it knows,
your innermost feelings…
from your head to your toes.
Those with perception,
become quite aware
of words yet unspoken…
you’re unwilling to share.
Don’t feel discouraged…
if you can’t express,
your deepest emotions
of pain or distress.
Your body language
tells what words cannot say;
a Mom whose observant…
reads your silent display.
Dismiss those fears
of rejection or scorn;
they’re merely shadows…
sent to make you forlorn.
Find in this moment
Love’s essence of Joy.
Embrace life with courage
and its power employ!
I doubt that any poem can ease the pain Vicky, you inspire us all and are so truly blessed to have a Mom and family like yours.
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Muriel what a beautiful poem! Thank you!!!
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What a brave girl. SHe is in my thought 24/7> I hope Jon Daniel is feeling a little better. Well done Jared for not leaving it and caring.
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Thank you my dearest friend. I know that you too are having a very difficult time coping with the situation. You have been a second mom to her over the past 30 odd years.
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