The weather turned nice here in East Texas. Fall feels a little bit cool but the sky is blue and the day is sunny. I'm working next to an open window ... For some reason it reminded me of my Mum's last days, when she was living in the assisted living place.
It was in Scottsdale, Arizona, where my brothers are, but I visited her as often as I could. Just down the street from her place was a coffee shop, Echo Coffee, where we used to go most mornings for breakfast while I was in town, and some afternoons for tea ... You could sit on a little patio outside and enjoy a pastry and your beverage. In the spring and fall, the weather was so pretty. In that part of town, you can look for miles out at the McDowell Mountains, beautiful deep blue sky, lovely blue and purple mountains, green palos verdes trees with yellow leaves in the springtime ...
My mum was suffering the beginning symptoms of Alzheimers. She always recognized me and stuff, but she wasn't as sharp as she had been, and she talked less. But she still enjoyed her coffee, and danish, and being with her kids and grand kids. Something about today reminded me of those bittersweet days ... and it made me miss her. She died on September 11, 2011, so it has been 2 years now. I like to think about her with Jesus, so happy, and whole. But I still miss having breakfast with her on a cool, sunny day.
It was in Scottsdale, Arizona, where my brothers are, but I visited her as often as I could. Just down the street from her place was a coffee shop, Echo Coffee, where we used to go most mornings for breakfast while I was in town, and some afternoons for tea ... You could sit on a little patio outside and enjoy a pastry and your beverage. In the spring and fall, the weather was so pretty. In that part of town, you can look for miles out at the McDowell Mountains, beautiful deep blue sky, lovely blue and purple mountains, green palos verdes trees with yellow leaves in the springtime ...
My mum was suffering the beginning symptoms of Alzheimers. She always recognized me and stuff, but she wasn't as sharp as she had been, and she talked less. But she still enjoyed her coffee, and danish, and being with her kids and grand kids. Something about today reminded me of those bittersweet days ... and it made me miss her. She died on September 11, 2011, so it has been 2 years now. I like to think about her with Jesus, so happy, and whole. But I still miss having breakfast with her on a cool, sunny day.