This time a year ago we brought Grandmaw home to our house after a weeks long stay at the hospital. She was very weak. In fact in the first week here we called 911 three times in the middle of night b/c she had fallen while going to the bathroom. Each time we were right there with her but couldn't do anything to prevent it. And we certainly couldn't get her up own our own. She was very fearful and fought anyone who tried to help her up. It was a week of no sleep and high anxieties. It almost felt like we had brought home a newborn because she was very much dependent on us to do everything for her.
As Thanksgiving approached we were due to go Gatlinburg with my family like we've done every other year for the last 15 years. She went back to the Brocks and stayed until mid January. She's been with us ever since.
In the last year we've made a lot of adjustments. It hasn't always been easy but I know its been good for us. Good for her. The changes we've witnessed with her mind has been really sad. Some days she's so confused and lost and others she's almost fine. Every day is full of repeated questions. Its definitely a test of patience. But the lessons my family has learned have been worth it.
James 1:27 Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.
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