Ok, so among all this turmoil, there has to be some humor. I don’t want to make fun of or dishonor my Mom in any way, but this is kinda cute…. just part of the journey.
Two weeks ago, we were at the pharmacy yet again, waiting for prescriptions to be filled. This was our second trip that week. The place was busy… people standing and sitting everywhere, waiting for their meds.
I was in line; my Mom was sitting across the aisle from me, chatting with another elderly lady. This lady was a stranger, so they were just talking about the weather and the busyness of the store. Mom decided she needed a few other items so she got up and went to retrieve them. A few minutes later she was back and sat down again. She looked at this elderly woman, and said, ‘you look familiar; you were here the other night when I was waiting too’. Seriously, I almost laughed out loud. Oh Mom…. I didn’t say it, but no, Mom, she looks familiar because you were just talking to her 5 minutes ago.
But the icing on the cake was when the other elderly woman said, “I was? hmm, I don’t remember being here the other night’. Oh, God love ’em.
Lord, If I don’t find some humor on this path, I just might get swallowed up by my grief. But I ask that you help us to find joy and laughter together. I don’t want laughter at her expense. Bring joy into Mom’s life.
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22