Descent into Alzheimer's Disease

I got up early on Thanksgiving morning to stuff my bird into the oven. I planned a very simple meal this year... too simple. So simple that I feel guilty about not putting more effort into it. While other women spend hours and even days baking and cooking, I fixed Stove Top stuffing, steamed broccoli, and served store bought rolls. My sister did contribute homemade desserts, so I guess everyone wasn’t totally deprived. I don’t know why I have been so UNmotivated lately. I do plan to fix a punch bowl cake for Christmas when my brother’s family comes for the day. We’re just planning to have finger foods, so maybe I can think of something exciting to make. Perhaps stuffed mushrooms would be nice. Mmmmm, I could force myself to eat them if no one else liked them. Anyway, we did enjoy the time together. Mom did well having the extra people around. In fact, she seemed to bask in it, hamming it up and hugging on everyone. For me, it was a very nice Thanksgiving.... with much to be grateful for.

On a much sadder note, two teenage boys were killed in a car wreck here on Wednesday night. My son knew the boy who was driving, in fact had just seen him at the mall a couple of hours prior to the accident. Apparently the boy was speeding down a straightway, lost control of the car and slammed into a tree. It happened around 8 P.M. and no drinking or drugs were involved. Just a couple of boys having fun, hot rodding a bit. My son is quite shaken up... it’s very difficult to be faced with the frailty of life. All I can think of is those mothers, busily preparing for company to come for Thanksgiving, only to receive such devastating news. Instead of laughing and feasting with their family, they spent the day in agonizing mourning. Instead of joining the crowds at the malls for holiday shopping; they are planning their sons’ funerals. They will be buried on Sunday afternoon. My prayers are with these families and I pray that God will somehow comfort them as they suffer this loss.

Psalm 39:4 LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. .