I decided to take a earlier trip out to my mom's today, in light of the predicted storm warnings. It was still a wet and cold adventure. I got there in time to take her to a prayer meeting. While we prayed, me and the other ladies, my mom moved her fingers along the rosary beads and did the appropriate actions, without uttering a word, much as all the other times. I was pleased that she was able to stay awake, most times they've had her up since 5or 6 a.m. and she's ready for a nap by 10. But then, when we started to sing Ave Maria, well this very feeble voice came through. You know I had a meltdown. How do I do this stuff, I cannot go to a funeral, of even a stranger, without making a fool of myself, forget my niece saying grace before meals, I'm such a Weeping Willow. But, today topped the cake, when all the festivities were over, one of the ladies walked over to me to see if I was O.K. Heck I'm still a wreck and it's 4:30p.m. I don't think I'll ever be o.k. all the cold water face washes couldn't erase the tell tale signs, everyone steered clear and we had a very quiet visit and I'm out of tissues.
Hope your Monday was better than mine, for all of you in the path of the storm, take care. I'm off to do laundry in case we have no power, my flashlights are loaded up and I'm ready for you Sandy.