We are in line. These past few days with daily and evening trips to the Care Center where DH's ma, my MIL is now living since this summer after she became deathly ill, but survived, we are becoming oh so much more aware of our mortality's. We look at the residents here and think we are next in line and age wise we are. It's an awareness one might rather ignore, deny, put off, and I suppose it's not ours tomorrow or the next day, however, we are just more aware of it being the next part of life. As Ma says to us: "This is my final resting place." Meaning the last place she shall call home.
Ma is doing well physically. At 87.8 yrs old her body is doing well, her mind is pretty sharp but she is suffering the early stages of dementia. She knows it too. But her sense of humor is very much in tact. Tonight was a good example of this. DH got her laughing with his silly antics and we all had tears rolling down our cheeks from laughter. Then Ma found these two night gowns in her closet (hospital gowns) and started showing us what silly things they were and even started to dress herself in one and again she was laughing and we were laughing with her. It was so funny...more than how I can describe it here. And then there was a phone call from a relative she could not recall and she became very frustrated and then angry...we were able to calm her down and the moment passed.
Then it became fun again...but this is her new world, of memory coming in and going out...and leaving her frustrated. And then she talks of one of the young men who care for her there and tells about having a crush on him. And we are all smiling and laughing again, especially Ma.