Mom’s Condition: No Change

I’m writing this from a Denny’s Restaurant not far from my Mother’s nursing facility in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. It is about 6:30 am.  Unable to sleep since 4,  I slipped out of the hotel room my wife Brigitte and I rented nearby and just drove all around the deserted streets.

As soon as the doors opened at 6, I went to check on her.  So far there is little change.  I’m relieved somewhat, but know its only a matter of time.

We arrived yesterday afternoon round 4:30 pm and settled into a hotel room nearby.  I hadn’t planned to come back so soon – especially since this is the peak rental season (other than summer) in the Smokey Mountains.  But my sister called to say “Baboo’s” (Momma Weatherly’s) condition had worsened and I wanted to be with the family.

Despite the long time watching our Mom’s condition deteriorate, my sister and I still mark her passing as another major turning point in our lives.

After breakfast, I’ll be back at my vigil.  More later.