Got my friend home. I woke at 4:30 anticipating all we had to do. Got her stuff loaded. Got her in. It was not easy. Had to go to her lock box and get her ss card. She did not have it and the Rehab wanted a photo of it. I got the bank to come out and talk to her and she signed for me to get it. I finally found it. The box was full of papers. Then we took it back to the Rehab. I took it in to them. Then we got her home and in the house. Nothing was easy, but it’s done and she did not fall. I prayed to be able to accomplish all this. Now, I’ll probably be taking her to therapy, but as Erin says—Mom, what do you do anyway?
3 comments:
It seems like you try to help those who can't help themselves. I think that's admirable!!
What a good friend you are:)
You are a wonderful loving friend! ~Amy-Patsy
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