I had Thanksgiving supper with my Mema last week. She’s in the convalescent center here in town and they serve a great Thanksgiving meal for all the residents and their families every year. I have a call in to the kitchen asking for their cornbread dressing recipe. It was that good!
Mema is my daddy’s mother and at 95 she’s still pretty spry. Her only medications are for high blood pressure and she only takes one of those a day. Up until a couple years ago she was still living alone, taking daily walks and driving. As much as she dislikes the nursing home, I think our one unforgivable sin was taking away the car. She’s still angry about that.
Mema’s been at the convalescent center for just over a year now and in that time her mind has deteriorated quickly. In that time she’s gone from simple forgetfulness such as leaving the burner on or forgetting who called when to full-blown dementia. She still knows us when we visit, but each visit is long awaited and much appreciated, whether it be the first of the day or the fourth of the day.
I’m thankful Mema is here close to me, although I do go through days when I struggle with visiting her. Some days it’s just too depressing to see all those people in such a state of loneliness, confusion and sometimes despair. I just have to remind myself that’s it’s my job to lift Mema out of that state as often as I can. Besides, she says she’ll kick my butt if I don’t come see her.
PS. Last night’s Baking Frenzy included Pina Colada Biscotti. Tonight we make pie crust!