How I Am Doing

My first draft of this post was a long, detailed journey through the hardest 2 weeks of my life.  I couldn't post it; it feels too raw.  Maybe another day.  I just want to say that after 10 days in the hospital with pneumonia, Mom is in a skilled care facility, fighting to get back to herself.  She is very weak, very confused, can't feed herself, can't get out of bed.  Mom has a very long way to go.  

Dad is afraid to stay by himself at night so I'm spending my nights with him.  He is having his own set of health problems which involved a trip to the ER on Wednesday.  I feel sad.  I feel scared.  I feel overwhelmed.  I feel held by God.  

On a fun note, Daniel spent the night with me on Saturday.  I didn't get any sleep but it was a much needed distraction.  

Last night, I opened up Mom's Bible and this was sitting on the first page: 

Due to Covid restrictions, we can't see Mom right now.  I pray that she is comfortable, peaceful, and knows that we love her.