‘Thanksgiving at Mom’s’ sounds pretty normal doesn’t it? But not for me.
Mom has never cooked Thanksgiving dinner. When she was married, my Dad was quite the cook, and we had many a turkey stuffed with chestnut dressing, but they split up in 1988. She has lived alone ever since and heating something up in the microwave was the extent of her ‘cooking.’
Lately I’ve noticed that she doesn’t seem to know how to operate the microwave. That’s what Alzheimer’s does to you.
My job this month was to get her moved into Willow Wood. This was planned last year … discussed even the year before … but it’s not something she wanted to do. I’ve always been a very good daughter, doing whatever she told me to do. The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is to tell her what to do! I’ve been a bit of an emotional basket case lately … you may have noticed my lack of posts.
She is living in her new apartment now. And, thanks to Jim and Jo Ellen, her furniture is there (moved while I took Mom to the Keys) and decorations look marvelous! Really, it is a beautiful, comfortable, apartment. And, she gets 3 meals/day in the dining room. So, Jim, Jim’s Dad, and I went to Mom’s place for a delicious Thanksgiving Dinner.
Will wonders never cease! Thanksgiving at Mom’s. And nobody had to clean up!