Smell the Roses or Part 2

First I would like to say thank you for commenting and offering prayers to my Mama

It's been amazing

Secondly thanks for sticking around as I brain dump during this little setback

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I suppose I should have called this Part 2...a continuation of the previous post

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I spent the day at the hospital again

No prognosis and she continues the same

She looked so bad this morning that I figured I'd try to cheer her up

Called Pastoral Services to bring a rosary

And turned the tv on to the televised mass being held in the chapel

She was too weak to open her eyes so she listened instead

Sometime later I caught a whiff of roses

Those beautiful big ones in a garden or floral shop

Curious I started to walk towards the corridor

 but the smell was faint as I neared the door

nothing in the corridor

coming back into the room I figured it was a fluke

until I stood near my Mama's bed

and noticed the smell was very strong in one spot

Now you know how nosy I am

I raised my nose to the ceiling and started sniffing around

just like Jazz and Sparky taught me

It was moving

I followed the smell from my Mama's bed to the chair where I had been

And then it was gone

I chalked it up to the cleaning people

Since I could hear their carts down the hall

A couple hours later as I reviewed paperwork it happened again

This time I stood close to the ceiling vent to see if it came from there

I did the same as before but of course nothing

The smell lingered at my Mama's bed again

Soon after the cleaning lady entered the room

As she cleaned the bathroom mirror I asked if the cleaning fluid was rose scented

"Oh no" she said, "we can't use floral scents in the hospital"

I thanked her and went back to my task

Several hours later the smell of roses returned

I ignored it

My Mama lost her sense of smell during a hospital stay a year or so ago

But strong smells make her throat tickle

With eyes closed she says

"The rose smell is back isn't it; I can feel it in my throat"

I laughed and said 'yep, it's hanging out on your left'

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I watched as she tried to sleep

Making all types of faces

Her lips moving in silent speech

Smiling then frowning

I wished she'd tell me what she saw

I sat reading more medical paperwork when I heard her stir

She opened her eyes 

Said she had just asked the little girl at the door who she belonged to

I told her perhaps she was lost

My Mama looked so tired so I turned on some soothing music

And she slept

Peacefully

When she awoke she looked rested

She actually sat up with her eyes open, had soup, and we talked a bit

She said the little white cap (from the previous post) was still on her shoulder

And her arm felt no pain

She said the music seems to keep 'them' away

And that is helping her rest

As I looked out the window through the solar screen

The clouds parted

Reminding me again that what I'm experiencing with my Mama

is a thinning of the veil to the other side

And it's quite beautiful