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Dec. 23rd, 2002 08:59 amWe drove down to Connecticut yesterday and had Christmas with my mother. Took her to her favorite restaurant and exchanged presents.
She's feeling her age (81). It's distressing to see: she's mopey a lot of the time, and gives in to her own frailties when deciding what to do and where to go. She drove to the mall several days ago and, when she couldn't park close, turned around and went home. She mail-ordered all her presents, because carrying "heavy things" like the omelet pan for Justin across the mall would have been too much of a strain. I keep suggesting she ask her doctor to recommend her for a handicapped-parking permit, but she's having none of that.
I had figured she was a stubborn cuss and would live to be 90 (Nana made it to 92), but it's looking more and more like she's ready to fade away in the next year or two, not ten. It's hard for me to take. I figured she'd live a long time, or die suddenly from a quick illness or accident, not mope and sulk and fade and wither.
She's feeling her age (81). It's distressing to see: she's mopey a lot of the time, and gives in to her own frailties when deciding what to do and where to go. She drove to the mall several days ago and, when she couldn't park close, turned around and went home. She mail-ordered all her presents, because carrying "heavy things" like the omelet pan for Justin across the mall would have been too much of a strain. I keep suggesting she ask her doctor to recommend her for a handicapped-parking permit, but she's having none of that.
I had figured she was a stubborn cuss and would live to be 90 (Nana made it to 92), but it's looking more and more like she's ready to fade away in the next year or two, not ten. It's hard for me to take. I figured she'd live a long time, or die suddenly from a quick illness or accident, not mope and sulk and fade and wither.
