I had a phone call today, and I am proud of myself for handling it the way I did. It was from a very nice, almost upscale, nursing home in the area. They called to see if we still were looking for a place for my Sweet Mother. A friend works there, and I had called them last October and they put us on the waiting list. I took a deep breath, and told the lady that my mother had died in November and we didn't need a nursing home now. She was silent for a few seconds and then gave her sympathies.
I was proud of myself for saying those words "my mother had died" without losing it. I'm getting there, but it sure is taking a long time.
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