Me- Wow, that preacher must have a direct line to the man upstairs.
I ran out into the hallway to see who was yodeling. It was Ms. L who rarely ever even talks.......
A sad story about Ms. L
When she first came to the nursing home, back last fall, her daughter came to eat dinner with her every night. Her daughter (I'll call her D) had just moved here from another state partly to help take care of her mom and partly to take care of her own health needs by being closer to her sister. D brought food from Hardee's, Wendy's, etc... every night because her mom wouldn't eat the nursing home food. D and this gentleman who volunteers there every evening (I'll call him J) formed a close friendship and began dating. (J's story is fascinating - I'll tell it another time) They would both come to the nursing home and visit with her mom and others who J was particularly fond of helping. One day J couldn't get D to answer her phone so he went to her apartment and found her dead. She had diabetes and perhaps passed out from a sugar low and hit her head on the coffee table. Ms. L doesn't seem to understand what happened. It took J several weeks before he could come to the nursing home without crying, but he's still there every evening.
Mother had a better day, yesterday. Cross your fingers, throw salt over your shoulder, knock on wood, avoid walking under ladders, etc........ Hey, whatever works, right? Oh yeah, you might say a prayer, too. That's probably a little more likely to work.