Dear Kids,
Your Nana came to stay with us for a few days while Dani and Alan are moving houses. It is good to have her with us anyway, we haven't spent time with her for a while.
Well, the first night she was here, something happened that really jolted both Brent and I, and we are so grateful she is okay. Once again, angels are very aware of everything happening around us.
At 3am I felt someone touch my foot, I shook myself awake and Nana was there at the end of the bed. She said, "I've hit my head. Will you help me?". Well, of course I jumped out of bed and thrust my eyes open even more. She sat on the edge of the bed and as we put light on it, we could see that she had really fallen. She didn't have a deep cut on her head, but there was plenty of blood on her hair and around the abrasion. It took us some time to clean up everything that we could. There was blood that had already dried, so it was evident that she had been knocked out and was laying on the floor for a little while before she made it into our room.
While she sat there during cleaning her up, she was completely confused and couldn't remember anything. She couldn't remember why she was in St. George. She couldn't remember living with Dani and Alan. She couldn't remember where Tooele was. She was very disoriented and her memory of the last few years was gone. She remembered living at Sam's house and that she wasn't happy there. She kept asking questions and we kept telling her the answers and talking about it. It really shook your dad up quite a bit to see his mom that way.
It took us about 30-45 minutes to get her cleaned up. By the time we finished her memory started to come back. We had her lay down on my side of the bed next to Brent for the rest of the night so if anything happened and she needed immediate help, he would be there to help her.
When we went to the kids bathroom, the blood on the floor was in a particular spot, and we couldn't figure out how she fell down. We didn't know if she had fainted or was dizzy and fell. The edge of the rug was turned up, and your dad pointed that she could have caught her foot on the edge of the rug when she was getting up from the toilet and fallen down.
All of that was very scary, but here is the miracle part. She had angels guide her down the hall to our room. She has NO memory of what happened and no memory of even making it down the hallway. But the lights were on so she could see her way. She has no memory of getting off the floor, nothing. Even when all her memory was restored from the incident, she still doesn't know how she was able to make it to us in order to help her. It was the angels in our house that helped her. I know it. They helped her up and helped her down the hallway to get our help. I tear up just thinking about it in my mind. I have no doubt of it that she was accompanied by angels that night.
I am so grateful for the spirit and our Savior who helps us in time of need and the "errand of angels" that we receive on a daily basis.
It's hard to see parents getting old. It's even a bit harder to realize that "I am next". I am the next one in line in this circle of life. One day it will be me that YOU all will have to help down the hallway, and help me when I fall, and support me in my aging years. I hope you know that I already appreciate it in advance. Caring for parents isn't for the faint of heart, but it is part of our turn. It's my turn to help Nana, Mimi and Papa, because they cared for me and Brent for so many years. And eventually it will be yours. Know that I love you, no matter what.
I love you,
Your Mom
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