Day Sixtenth

My sister told me her boyfriend's birthday party was this weekend and all his family was coming up to the lake house, so Mom didn't have a place to sleep. I've got a problem with my sister putting herself and everything to do with boyfriend Jim, first.

So she suggested I keep Mom busy this weekend. It's hard for me to plan in advance, I guess in a way, because we've got things we want to do also. So I'm a hypocrite? Well, it was Tuesday night and I told Mom to come up Wednesday morning, stay the night, and spend some time together.

She made it up fine. Went to lunch with Adrianne. We had a fish fry, which she loves, and just hung out talking. Coincidentally, my cousin Sue sent me a package. I have to say I've never got a thing from her all my life. It turns out my uncle has also moved to a senior living residence and they were cleaning out the house. She had packaged up a bunch of old photos she found of me and my family.

Wow. There were some really old shots of my dad, going all the way back to his birth records, his fifth grade class photo, some shots of all of us together (my parents got divorced when I was 15), my grandparents and a bunch of me and my sister. I feel my mom still hates my dad, even after all these years. It was a total dysfunctional marriage and family. Either way, it was good to reminisce.

I have to go back to Arizona with Mom later this year to get her car and bring back some personal items she has down there. I'll have to plan on getting that house on the market to sell. She started to cry when we talked about it, saying it was the best time of her life with LeRoy (my stepdad) down there. I started to think how hard it's going to be to tell her she's going to have to move again--into an extended care facility.