Yesterday Mom rode with me to take Boudxy to the vet for his annual vaccinations. Since we had driven so far across town we couldn't just simply go home when we were done, so we stopped by Hobby Lobby to browse. Doncha' just love that place? We looked from one end of the store to another. Mom pushed the cart and we enjoyed our browsing. We were there a very, long time. Mom has gotten much slower with her walking, however the shopping cart gives her good stability. I made a mental note that perhaps this wasn't the best store to take her for browsing. She commented on how much she wished she could still live in her own home again. I told her I understood, and we kept on movin'. She hasn't referred to her home in a long time, but I guess seeing all the things for a home rekindled the flame again. It's really sad to see my once energetic, active Mom, slow w-a-y down. Really w-a-y down.
Sometimes the Golden Years aren't actually so "golden".
I am beginning to see the light on that one, too about the Golden Years. Just yesterday, a friend and I were discussing about how these years should have been quiet and peaceful, but were proving not to be for some. I'm glad your Mom was able to have some time seeing all the homey stuff, spend time with you, and be able to walk around a big store, but it has to be sad to be longing for that familiar home that was "all hers" instead of being the "guest" in your home.
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