Mere

This weekend one of my 2 brothers, Matthew, and I went and visited my mom's side of the family in Trussville, Alabama.  My grandmother, Mere, isn't doing so well and we wanted to spend some time with her, and with Pop.


It was a hard weekend.  She didn't always recognize us and was sleepy a lot of the time and just wasn't herself, wasn't how she was even six months ago when we went and stayed with them at their home in New Orleans.  But, it was good to be there and good to spend time with her and with Pop and with my aunt and uncle.  And, there were times when we could see glimpses of the real her.  She would look at us and say our names and we knew she knew we were there.  There were moments when Pop was being silly and dancing to make her laugh, and she would call him a goofy old man, like she always did.  There were moments when she's respond to something, just like it was normal, with a real answer, sometimes even a sentence.  Those times made me even more glad that we were there because I don't know how many more opportunities like that there will be.

It's crazy how quickly things can change, and almost without warning.  Please be praying for my grandparents, and for my family that is taking care of Mere.  I can't imagine how hard that must be, to see your mother sick and know that there isn't something that can fix it, and they do it with such love and care and tenderness, truly being Jesus to her.