September 2025

Mom’s going down again. She’s cuddly and fun, talks less and sleeps a lot.

We think she fake sleeps when she doesn’t want to talk anymore.

She forgets people and requires full time care. And supervision. How the tables have turned

She is child like and mostly happy. Imo, she’s less scared and fearful. Less angry. More joyful in her dementia.

But she probably needs to go. Her body is really frail and she’s weak. She needs a walker and help to do nearly everything.

I tucked her in the other night. She loves me a lot.

Here’s a God thing. She would love this.

She seemed to be actively dying back in late June, early July. The wrist break was too much and changed her life significantly.

She left her house, Ditty’s house (her mom) for the last time and moved in full time with Perry (husband). If you don’t know her, we know this doesn’t make sense. She stopped driving. Dementia helped. She stopped eating.

She was dying in early July. Jenn and I were going to see her a lot more from our home in Kerrville.

Then July 4 in Kerrville happened. She kinda recovered. Her cast came off. She started eating.

Jenn and I (and Kes, and Sunny) dealt with flooding stuff. Then we got Covid. We were unable to see her regular for some months, but she was kind of okay.

God gives us what we can handle.

Our life has kind of been coming back together right when she started going downhill again.

We’re grateful.