Friday the 13th
Mother Anne was particularly demanding today. I could feel the tension stifling my own vitality and peace of mind. No sweet moments, just dirty laundry, anger and frustration. Stephen, who arrived last night from Boston to help out, and I took her out in the afternoon to the Lafayette Reservoir, her first excursion in months, and then drove past the board and care home that I have selected so that she could at least see it from the outside. Back at the nursing facility, there were new phone calls to be made to her physician and to Estrellita, likewise talks with the wound care specialist and her current nurse. Mother Anne will not be discharged by her physician to the new board and care home as planned. Our plans are foiled for the time being.
Martha left this evening to visit Laura in Senegal for a couple of weeks. She was packed to the gills, the epitome of a heartfelt desire to fulfil her daughter's every wish. Brother Mike came to take her to the ariport. He had on a new shirt and a new pair of brown plaid tennis shoes. He looked great. Gonna miss Martha. Look forward to her visit in Sweden this summer.
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A diary inspired by excerpts from a diary written by my grandmother, Edith Gertrude Kreigh (1886-1977), an American mother with children on both fronts during World War II. Excerpts (in bold print)were written mostly in the spring of 1942, and published here on the same days of the year as original entries, 65 years later. All other texts are by Sue Anne Moody (1947-).
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