It was another good day. She seemed even more alert and cognizant. She looked good, her color was coming back, and whenever I mentioned it she asked if I was being honest. Dale, my brother, was there and they were having a conversation when I arrived. Since she has been in Hospice I have not heard one word of complaint.
The weekend chaplain came in and introduced himself, Tom. Nice guy, and Mom liked him. He seemed intent on getting her to talk about what the future might be. She said again that she was ready for whatever the Lord had ahead. On days like this it is easy to see her recovering.
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