Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Last weekend we went to see my elderly mother to wish her a happy Easter. We took her chocolate eggs and flowers so she would have a sense of occasion, but she is moving into the twilight of awareness of the seasons of the Christian year, even though her faith has always been important to her. Usually we can find at least one fruitful thread for conversation, but not during this visit.
Mom did brighten and smile at photos and a little video of her great-grandsons. She always does. And she listened attentively as I read her the story of resurrection morning from the gospel of John. My mother had a beautiful singing voice so I told her that we had sung familiar Easter hymns in worship. Ruth and I fumbled our way through the first verse of Welcome Happy Morning, and she joined in. Then we turned to Jesus Christ is Risen Today. We were good on the tune, but not the lyrics. Fortunately Mom remembered where we forgot, which was a poignant moment.
This past week has been tough for her, with lots of confusion. Twice staff found her waiting to be picked up, once to be taken to the airport. She was a travel agent for many years, wending her way around the planet with groups in tow. She loved her work, so perhaps hope springs eternal for one more adventure.
At 91 it seems unfair that life for her has come to this. Yet we realize life is rarely fair, and despite many difficult challenges through the years Mom has always carried on with grace. Our hope is that she will soon enter her resurrection promise, but in the meantime we will do our best to be a loving and supportive family.