We don't know mom's medical status yet today as we head over to see her, but it is plain to see that she is losing ground more each day. 36 hours or so ago she had another stroke that left her completely confused all day yesterday and robbed her of even more movement on her left side.
However, it seems some things don't change even when the mind is inhabiting a different plane than the body. The nurses told my husband last evening that all day mom was talking about and fretting about 2 subjects that she has regularly talked and fretted about in the years I have known her: where is everyone going to spend Christmas and when is she going to get some beer???
With my family determined to have the winter holiday plans signed, sealed and delivered by mid September each year and my husband's family unable to decide who would go where and even whether or not there would be a family Christmas celebration, sometimes not deciding for certain until mid December, it made for a bit of stress each year for our little family caught in the middle.
But one thing was for certain whenever we found ourselves visiting my husband's family during any holiday time: mom would be very content to end a meal with a large dish of iced cream and a pint of beer. Iced cream and beer were a ritual of far more importance that Christmas trees or gifts or other holiday related activities. We never ceased to enjoy watching mom tuck into a large bowl of vanilla iced cream as her pleasure in it was so infectious.
When she would head east to visit us in our home, iced cream and beer were her first requests and always when she asked for them it was with a twinkle in her eyes. We could tease her unmercifully about these particular culinary choices and she would always respond with a sarcastic comment back. Mom always gave as good as she got when she was teased and it seemed the teasing was a great part of the ritual.
There is nothing I would delight in more right now than to slip over to the hospital with a dixie cup of vanilla iced cream and a few sips of beer to brighten her day and cheer her spirits. Wonder if I could slip a non-alcoholic "near beer" past the 24 hour care nurse......???