wünsch dir was und glaub daran!
My Mom is pale and somehow restless and then she says to me:
«I want to go home.»
Where is her home?
Is home where heaven is?
She get’s quiet.
I hold her hand and even now she calls:
«Hallo, hallo, hallo!»
Who is she calling to?
I don’t know.
The only thing I can do is to be with here and hold her hand.
Why are her hands so cold?
They give her a blanket over her and also over her hand.
She is tired and I live her, so she can rest before dinner.
Its Chrismas, and we stay home and are happy.
We moved my Mom last week in a shared appartement.
She has to have special care.
We gave the two room appartement back and had quite a lot to do with moving.
I guess, my Mom was shocked to have another bed in another place and we were scared, that she just wanted to pass away.
I hold her hand and begged her, not to leave us so fast.
The next day was a good day for us, because she wanted to stand up and to dress and to be with the group.
So we visited her more than before and today she told me, that she wants to go home.
She always calls for someone: «Hallo, hallo, hallo!»
She ist not alone and they tell her all the time.
So I left her and went home to have a Merry Christmas.