99 Years… and Pennies from Heaven

Mom turned 99 early in the month.
  
I can’t help but think that Daddy has to be wondering when her journey here with us will be complete and she can join him.
  
I know I wonder at times what more I should be learning from her at this point.  There has to be something her presence here is meant to accomplish so I’m always thinking about her life’s twists and turns – or more appropriately now, her falls and bounces - and what I can learn from them.

A party to celebrate was planned for a week later so my husband and I went to visit her on her birthday.  I got out of the car and started walking toward the door when I saw a penny on the ground.  My immediate thought was that Daddy wanted me to give Mom a hug for her birthday on his behalf.

Call me crazy but pennies have a deep meaning for me from my childhood and Daddy has always been a part of that.  He taught me to save my pennies.  I had a little iron bank shaped like a house to put them in and every so often, Daddy would take me to the bank to put them in my savings.  In the years since his death, I can’t tell you the number of times they have appeared on the ground when something was weighing heavy on my mind.

Back in 2010, Daddy appeared to me in a dream very briefly.  He was there just long enough to say Mom couldn’t be left alone anymore.  I thought and thought about that and what we should do about it.  Shortly after, I was driving to the store and made the decision to talk to my husband about leaving my job to take care of Mom.  When I got out of my car, I didn’t take more than a few steps when I saw a huge bunch of pennies on the ground in front of me!  Okay Daddy!  I hear you!

Although he’s on my mind often, I haven’t dreamed of Daddy since that dream in 2010.  There are times when I begin to think that he’s spending all of his time watching over Mom because I go through long stretches of no pennies.  Then all of a sudden there will be a penny on the ground in front of me, calling my name.

Mom enjoyed her birthday party.  We don’t get a huge crowd for it – our family is truly huge – but those that aren’t busy with sports will usually come by.  Enough of them drop by that Mom seems to understand her family is around her.

Mom and Hurricane together again.  She sat beside her cake for a long time before reaching out her finger and getting a scoop of icing.  She must have liked it because she ate a piece and some ice cream then we looked back again and she had pulled another piece over and eaten half of it!

After the party, she said something to me that I hadn’t heard in a long time.  She asked if she was going home with me.  She seemed to want to go.  I assured her she was home but inside I was struggling.
  
As we’ve come closer to the time that we will need to help pay for her care, I’ve thought often about whether or not I could bring her back to live with me.  She’s calmer now and sleeps a lot so seems easy enough, right?

Nope.  Mom needs more physical help now such as transferring from wheelchair to toilet, or bed to wheelchair, etc.  I used to be able to do that but after hurting my back and shoulder last fall, I know I can no longer move her around.

I think God keeps reminding me that it’s not a good idea.  Just when my shoulder starts to feel good, the weather will change or I’ll make a quick movement that sets it to aching. Or I'll hear from the home that Mom was up all night.  Since Daddy hasn’t stepped in to say anything to me about it, I’m thinking he agrees she’s fine where she is.

The secret to a long life? Keep getting out of bed…

Mom’s routine has settled again with the new hospice provider.  Stephanie comes three times a week – twice to bathe her and once to check in.  Lea, her nurse, comes once a week to check on her.  The social worker stops by and so does the minister.  The minister does a little service once a month and he has Mom sit right next to him for it.  He knows about her many years of being active in her church and uses that to make a connection between them.  She seems to feel right at home sitting there by him.

Mom has also won the fight against pneumonia again.  It developed at the beginning of January when the confusion over the hospice change delayed the administration of Mucinex to help her fight what started as a head cold.  It took a few weeks but she is doing much better and the cough seems to have abated. 

While she is definitely doing better, I notice that each time she battles something it is taking a little bit more of her.  She spends a lot of time snoozing now, sometimes to the point that you think she can’t be comfortable sleeping so hard sitting up.  She wakes up and talks a little, takes care of the baby she is almost always holding, and checks on what is happening around her before nodding off again.

Mom meets her newest great grandchild.

She still eats well at her meals although she is quick to let them know if there is something on her plate that she doesn’t want.  Much like my 5 year old grandson, she refuses to touch anything else on her plate until the offending food is removed.

The wheelchair has become a regular part of her life and she spends a lot of time in it but she still walks with help when she’s feeling chipper.  She’s certainly not ambulatory like she used to be but she hasn’t decided to give up!  They keep an alarm on her (a box attaches to her chair with a cord that attaches to her clothes) to alert them at those times when she decides she wants to get up on her own.  They recently changed the type of alarm when they found her walking around one day holding the box in her hand so it wouldn’t go off.  Leave it to Mom!  

Watching the changes in Mom’s life unfold, it dawned on me recently that there is a reason Mom has lived such a long life.  Each and every morning, she gets out of bed for a new day.  It doesn’t matter if it is a good day or bad or if she is dealing with a sickness such as diarrhea or pneumonia, she gets out of bed.  I don’t remember a day in my life when she has stayed in bed for any reason.

Daddy was the same way.  He had gotten up every day of his life to greet the new day, good or bad, even when Alzheimer’s was getting the best of him.  A week before he lost his ability to walk and went into the nursing home, he ran a quarter mile and jumped three fences.  It took two more years of greeting each new day in the nursing home, unable to walk, before Alzheimer’s finally wore him down.

I’m thankful that Mom and Daddy gave us that example.  I have been retired since I left work to take care of Mom but I still get up at 6:00 am every morning, Monday through Friday, to start my day and help my husband get a good start on his.  I “sleep in” on the weekends until 7:00 am, sometimes 7:30, but I can’t sleep later because I just feel the need to get the day started.  I hope I’ve passed on that need to get started to my children...

She’s still here but it was the first Christmas without her…

Wednesday was hard for me. 

We’ve been on a roller coaster leading up to Christmas.  I received a call on Tuesday evening, a week before Christmas, saying Mom had fallen again but seemed to be doing fine.  The next day, as we were enjoying the birth of our sixth grandchild earlier than planned, I received another call that Mom was complaining of pain.  The nurse had checked her out and Mom had a red spot on her knee but was able to move everything with just a wince here and there.  The nurse and I opted for a wait and see approach because so far Mom’s x-rays have always come back negative for breaks.

Just as we were getting to our daughter’s room to see our new granddaughter, we learned my father-in-law had been admitted to the same hospital on the same day for what they initially thought was gall bladder.

The next few days were busy with my husband and me going different directions.  Me to the hospital for our youngest daughter and her first child or heading home to be with our five year old Hurricane in the afternoons after kindergarten and my husband to work and the hospital to be with his dad or taking care of his mom.  Add in some other activities with our older grandchildren – a choir concert, some other running – and you get a feel for the days.  There wasn’t a way to add in a visit to Mom so I am very thankful my sister stepped and kept an eye on Mom for me.

All the while that was happening we were also getting ready for Christmas with our children and grandchildren on the Saturday before Christmas.  Santa comes early to our home so that our children can visit the other side of their families on Christmas.  I had a rough patch when it looked like our son would have to work but he rescheduled and our gathering went well although we missed our youngest because she was home recovering from the C-section.

The hospital was no longer in play after my father-in-law’s issue was identified and treated and he was able to return home on Sunday so I was finally able to get up to see Mom again.

She was moving fine with no complaints.  They were again trying to keep her in her wheelchair but she was not happy about it.  Evidently they were telling her that her daughter (this time referring to my sister) wanted her in it.  I had to keep from laughing when Mom said in a disgruntled manner, “You tell your sister…”  The rest wasn’t decipherable but I’m betting it had to do with the wheelchair.  J

Christmas Eve came and another chink was taken out of my armor when I received a call from my second daughter.  She had a seizure just as her family was getting ready to celebrate.  She managed to get a couple pictures of the tree before but missed watching her sons open their presents.  We’ve dealt with this most of her life but it doesn’t keep me from wishing I could fix it for her…

Christmas morning was bright and sunny and really cold.  My husband and I went to visit Mom prior to the usual festivities at my brother’s house where most of Mom’s children, grandchildren, great and great-great grandchildren meet for lunch.  We had planned to take Mom again this year but it was so cold.  As it was nearing time to go, I asked Melissa, Mom’s aide, her opinion.  She agreed that Mom didn’t need to go out in the cold and assured me Mom wouldn’t notice.  Another chink in my armor occurred as I made the final decision to leave Mom in the warmth of her home.  For the first time since Mom and Daddy were married, Mom was not at Christmas. 

Traditions are changing…

Family traditions of getting together have changed over the years as beloved relatives have grown older, their circumstances have changed or they have passed on.  Each change happened of necessity but each one left me with a feeling of loss until new traditions were formed. 

I remember when I was little there would always be a picnic at GE Park with my grandma and grandpa, uncles, aunts and cousins on Daddy’s side.  In October we would drive down to Kentucky to visit with my mom’s birth family for my grandpa’s birthday, and for Thanksgiving, we would drive north to Darke County to watch the Macy’s parade and have a wonderful meal at my great aunt and uncle’s farm.

On Christmas day we would always open our presents, go to church and head to my grandma and grandpa’s (Daddy’s side) for a meal.  It was fun, all of us in their small, cozy home.  We would all sit at tables arranged in an L from the dining room into the living room.  I can still remember Grandma’s roast duck, the red hots that were always in a jar on the floor model radio and chocolate stars in the copper candy dish on the buffet.  A few of us cousins enjoyed playing a game with the city map that my grandpa had hung on the wall at the landing of the steps in the basement.

As time passed, our summer picnics ended – I think because Grandpa retired.  My Kentucky grandpa passed so we no longer had a yearly gathering in Kentucky and our trips to Darke County ended when my great uncle, a wonderful teddy bear of a man, passed on my birthday one year and my great aunt’s health problems started soon after.

New traditions emerged even as my brothers and sister married and moved into their own homes.  Mom and Daddy took over Thanksgiving and we moved the meal to the Sunday before so that my siblings could go to their in-laws on the holiday.

The Christmas meal changed when my grandma and grandpa moved into a retirement home but as we had our own homes and children, we continued to gather at Mom and Daddy’s for sharing of presents – all from Santa except for those items Mom handmade for each of us.  Daddy was always the one to pass out the presents and did it in the most rapid fire manner that the presents were open in a short period of time.  Maybe because of all those years we needed to get to church?  J  Whatever the reason, it warms my heart to think of the fun and laughter we shared!

Traditions changed again when Daddy’s Alzheimer’s put him in the nursing home.  Mom moved out of our farm home and in with my brother’s family 26 years ago.  I took over Thanksgiving for our family of 24, holding it in our three bedroom townhouse.  Thank goodness it was nice weather because they had to fill their plates and walk out the back door to eat on the patio!

Christmas was held at my brother’s house in the basement apartment that was built for Mom and my brother took over passing out the presents in the same manner Daddy had always done. 

Other new traditions were born also.  My middle brother and his wife began hosting the family for a celebration of Mom’s birthday in April and a 4^th of July pool party.

For 25 years we have gathered as a family four times a year as our number has grown from 24 to 78!

Now traditions are changing again, and again, I feel sad, but I also know it’s time.  This year we moved Mom’s birthday party to her ALF.  We didn’t have as many family members present but those of us that were able to make it enjoyed it and Mom was all smiles.

I also made the decision to let go of the Thanksgiving tradition.  Our home was truly bursting at the seams as we hosted up to 65 of our family members each year and I realized it was time to allow my siblings to begin their own family traditions. 

So this year, I invited everyone to Mom’s ALF for the Thanksgiving meal that they prepare for the families.  Not everyone could make it, of course, but we had over 20 of us there to eat with Mom.  The home made a wonderful meal!

Two very long tables were set aside for Mom's family.  I think she had more than anyone else at the home!

While I missed having everyone at my house this year, it warmed my heart to hear the fun the others looked forward to and had with their own families.  And after cooking for 60+ all these years, I nearly forgot to get the potatoes cooking for my own family!  J
The Christmas tradition continues at this point and I am very thankful that my brother still wants to host our huge family.  Unless something changes, Mom will be there amidst all those folks that are on this earth because of her.  I love her and each and every one of them and crazy as it may seem, I am thankful every day for Facebook because it gives me a way to keep up with all of them wherever they may be.