Friday, January 9, 2009

Mom is still with us though she is pretty unresponsive. She did open her eyes and move her lips when I put her grandson on speaker phone so that he could tell her he loves her. That was a precious moment. Hospice has sent an '11th hour volunteer' who is with her now so that I can get some rest. My sister is trying to find a flight so that she can be here with me. Thank you for your prayers and thoughts, you all are such a blessing to me.

I am crying a lot and everyone keeps telling me to hold it together. I just am one of those people who cries ALOT. I know Mom is going to be OK but I can't imagine not having her with me. It scares me but I know that she wants the best for me. Still, I need to cry.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Tears are cleansing, they ARE necessary, Robyn. Don't feel that you are not allowed to cry! You ARE holding it together, also a necessary part of this time and I'm sure that you are doing all that you can just to "deal" with the now. Holding you close in thought and prayer and sending Big Bear Hugs to you right now. I hope that you sis arrives safe and sound and soon! Tie that knot and hold on tight, Robyn. You can and will make it through this. Rest when you can and hold your Mom's hand as you continue to do your best by her.

Lily said...

What Cimmamin said. Thinking of you x

cornbread hell said...

i'm crying with you.
i know that doesn't help, but it just is.

peace to you both.

Annie said...

I'm crying with you too, so cry all you like.

rilera said...

Thank you everyone. You are my rock.

~Betsy said...

I agree, sometimes crying is just what the doctor ordered. Hang in there.

¸.•*´)ღ¸.•*´Chris said...

Hey Robyn, came here off Cinn's blog to let you know I am thinking of you. My prayers and thoughts are of you and your mother at this time.

No need to hold it together. Let the tears flow and know they are because of the love you have for your sweet mother.

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