The minister came

One thing I delegated to my sister was to call the minster (who has not visited my Mother since Feb.), and also my Mother's Sunday school teacher to come visit.

They both stopped by this afternoon.

Apparently neither one stayed very long, as I was in and out this afternoon (an hour at a time), and they both came and went when I wasn't here.

That's OK. They were here for my Mom, not me.

I know she would want them to visit. It's probably best I wasn't here, as I would just cry.

Mom could never stand crying.

We are of that tough nonsense, buck it up, just do it, stock.

Visitors

My mother attended Church faithfully. She went to Sunday School, Sunday Morning service, Sunday Evening service, and Wednesday evening service. Basically, whenever the doors were open, my mother was there.

After her stroke, there were 3 things she desperately wanted to do again.

1) Go to Sunday School
2) Go to water aerobics
3) Drive the car

Well, we managed 1 & 2, but I wouldn't let her attempt to drive the car again.

Anyway, her Sunday School group was her social network. She has known most of these people for 40 years or more.

I had invited them to the house for lunch not long after Mom was home after her stroke.

And, up until last fall, she saw them almost every week at Church.

Now that winter is over, I have decided to invite them again. It will probably be in a couple of weeks.

I asked my mom if she would still be "perky" in a couple of weeks, so as to enjoy some visitors.

She said, oh so wisely, "I don't know".

At least it's something for her to look forward to.