A good day. Prayer at the altar led by our priest for our son who's joined the Guard, sweet visit with my mom, and one of the crowning moments was being able to gather all the necessary papers for my mom's Medicaid application. Lots of paper. Once again, I felt a tremendous weight fall of my shoulders. Will call the office tomorrow to see about having them copied. Wonderful. Plus, since Mom's been told how long she can stay in Rehab with Medicare/Medicaid footing the bill, I'm seeing her apply herself more. The dangling carrot is the next stop for her being home. I realize it's been hard to be away from home almost 2 months, but she seems to get it that she's got to work hard. I was proud to see her seeming driven. Plus, she now has a room mate, and that helps. Really a God-given situation---a sweet 96 year old woman who broke her leg in a car accident, and yes, she was driving! She's adorable, is Methodist like my mom, and they seem to get along very well. I think for my social mother, it's a plus to have company, albeit there's a curtain often separating them.
Going to enjoy our son for the next two weeks since he leaves a week from tomorrow. I don't think it's hit me yet. Denial? Not so much, but feeling overwhelmed. We won't see him for over 2 months, I think, and that'll be his Basic Training graduation. All the little girls can say to that is, Road Trip! Then he's off for two more months. He tends to be a homebody, liking to go out and about, but savoring the safety of home. This will be a challenge for him, and Gary's concerned with the influences he'll be faced with. Considering how hard this past spring was with his struggles, maybe he's past the hardest temptations that he walked into voluntarily. It's been a year.
Hope you're all well. One day at a time, remember.
