Two years at the Lodge

Mom has been living at Northwood Lodge for two years now. She is doing well there. She is not alone anymore, that is the biggest bonus. Even though she doesn’t remember where she is, we don’t have to worry about her being lonely because she has people to visit with and talk to.

Physically, she is a little more feeble, but still walking with her cane at a good speed when inside. It is more difficult for her outside and that is starting to limit things we can do. I still try to pick her up for church when the weather is allowing and when she is willing. We go for rides whenever we can as well. I really enjoy our times out together. It is an easier visit even though she always asks where we’re going when it’s time to return to the Lodge and laughs when I tell her that’s where she lives now.

I have to keep my visits to her to about an hour or less and keep the conversation on her childhood otherwise she will still insist that she is moving out of the Lodge and getting her own place.  At times she can also get mad at me and start to accuse me of not wanting her or of keeping her locked up and I have to divert the conversation. I’ve learned a few tricks in this area!

Mom is 86 years old now but thinks that she is still young and is surprised when I tell her how old she is now and how I am. She’s been diagnosed with Glaucoma in her eyes and is now getting eye drops at night. Her diabetes is worse now and she is back on metformin and now has insulin shots at night as well. She’s eating well and has gained weight. We’ve had to increase two sizes of clothing.

She is difficult to buy clothes for because she only likes certain styles (like most of us) and she puts everything you give her away in a drawer, never to be found again. We bought her a nice comfy blanket for Christmas but that has now been put away too.

It’s wonderful that there are still friends who stop in for a visit with her (she’s very entertaining with her stories) and relatives who phone her regularly. My dad’s sister, Aunt Ethel, who is now 93 years old phones mom regularly.

I am truly grateful for every moment that I spend with my mom. I want to have my mom forever.



It’s simple

Its a simple story

of a simple life

about a simple girl

who made it complicated

born in a small town

raised by loving parents

they weren’t perfect

but they did their best

that’s the truth

in a simple house

on a little lane

she grew up with family

and friends all around

simple plans to grow up

and become a mom

somehow didn’t go

the way she dreamed

the simple life

slipped into chaos

out of control

she kept forging on

searching for that dream

of a simple life

which was there all the time

she just had to return

just turn around

and return


I’ll tie your shoes

I’ll button up your blouse

I’ll zipper up your jacket

I’ll tie your shoes

because you did that for me

back when I was wee

your fingers now are bent

your eyesight is weak

and with your cane you walk

but are unsure on your feet

I remember when

you dressed me up for school

and walked me all the way

when you combed and curled my hair

and trimmed my finger nails

now it is reversed

and each day your memory fades

but I have not forgotten

and I’ll tie your shoes

and do your buttons


The Way

You were with me every day

I treasured You

walked the hallways of the school

and together in the cafeteria

in my bedroom alone at night

You were there with me

I wasn’t alone

each word You spoke

opened my eyes

and I gave my heart to You

but then somewhere along the way

You were left behind

the years they passed

and I forgot about You

and the empty feeling settled in

lost in a world that didn’t understand

I floundered in the abyss

trying to find my way

then You spoke and I heard

that still, quiet whisper

that You were still there

had always been there

You were The Way


The wood pile

Come with us to the forest

to get some wood for winter

Dad will cut down some trees

and make logs

and we will load them into the truck

touch the sticky gum mom says

don’t get it on your clothes

stay back from the falling tree

stay back from Dad while he

uses the power saw to cut the tree

unload the wood from the truck

and put them onto the wood pile

help to bring in the wood

from the wood pile

put it in the bin

in the basement

don’t go near the wood pile

do not play on the wood pile

it is dangerous

the wood can fall on top of you

you’ll be in big trouble

if you play on the wood pile


Rain barrels

the water was collected

when the clouds above burst

and the rain fell

into the rain barrel

that stood by the door

forbidden we were

to play with that water

the dangers were great

and the need for the water

to use day to day

into the well she sometimes dipped

to fill the ringer washer

or boil in a pot

but the water in the barrel

was the softest and most pure

because it came from heaven