Monday, December 25, 2017

Christmas Card from Mom

Mom chose the card that says precisely what I'd hope to hear from her, with exactly the image I would have chosen for myself -- I'm a sucker for a lone cardinal on a bare tree's branch.


[Text:  Son, Every season of your life has meant more pride, greater joy, deeper love.  To Scott, Wishing a wonderful Christmas to a son who has brightened the world from the start... who is loved more than ever.  Thank you for all you do.  Love, Mom]

I've already written about the climb we've made to a better plateau after a tumultuous December last year.  This cold, sunny Christmas Day, I'm taking Mom south of Atlanta to see her daughter and son-in-law.  We'll walk Sassy in the cemetery, and she'll have a warm evening with her Visiting Angel friend Laura.

(Below)  We both injured ourselves walking dogs.  Mom fell on uneven pavement walking Sassy a couple weeks ago;  I went to the hand specialist around the same time, complaining about increasing pain in my wrist, dating back to a time in June when Mia pulled the leash hard to the right.  Wrapped around my left wrist, the leash evidently tore a ligament.  Mom and I are getting along fine, one-handed.


See other entries in my "Dementia Diary."

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