My day:

Sister #3 made mom a special breakfast. Sister #3 is a self identified "foodie". Not sure what that exactly means, but Mom loved her breakfast. So I support all you "foodies" out there if it makes mothers happy.

Sister #1 drove around town with a car full of flowers and hand delivered flowers to all of Mom's friends as mom sat on the passenger seat to waive to them all as they got their flowers. Mom stayed in the car, but it was her version of a road tour.

And THAN....I took Mom to Sunday Mass (first time since her stroke episodes).

I then took her to see her out of town friends that are immobile and not able to get around. She spent 30 minutes to an hour with each friend.

#Dogstr and I hung out in the background as old ladies did what they do when they get together. Bare in mind mom is speechless, but somehow, they are able to communicate laugh, love and commune.

At the end of the road tour as we're on the highway heading back home, a Michael Jackson tune came into the music feed. I looked over to the right on the passenger seat, to see Mom's eyes closed, with a big smile on her face got her hands in a fist, rocking and dancing to some old school Michael Jackson. Yeah, something like that 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽