My funny mother
There’s an easy (aka lazy) chair that the care givers at GT Heritage often put mother to rest in.
Yesterday, when we were visiting, we took her for a walk from the living room into the dining room, and back. On the way in, I saw the chair was occupied by Mr K, one of the other residents, but didn’t think anything of it. On the way back into the living room, mother noticed his arm on the armrest, walked up to him and stopped just long enough to ask “Hey, why are you sitting in my chair?” She didn’t make a fuss or anything, but just continued walking.
I thought that was hilarious, and so did everyone I told it to. But more than hilarious, it showed how mother is increasingly more and more aware of what’s going on around her. And that could only be good news.
Thank You, Lord. 
