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I love that some others out there call their grandmother or greatgrandmother, Gigi. Very neat! My mother called (yikes!) to tell me that she is now at a rehab facility and doing a little better. My parents don't want her coming home until she is able to take care of all of her personal needs. Well, I don't know if that's ever going to happen now. So, if that is the case, she'll go to an assisted living residence where there are mulitple levels of need/care. So, in the event she gets worse, they can take care of her or if she inproves, they can still give her some attention, etc. It's best to try and stay at one place, then be moved around mulitple times. That would be hard on anyone, let alone a senior. So, we'll go to pay her a visit toward the end of this week. She's asked about my boys and us, so I feel like I need to do that. I know that her day is very much planned. Physical therapy twice a day and when she's done with that, it's time to eat again. My mom told me that it takes her a long time to eat, so we might be in the cafeteria for some time. That's okay. I'll know when I see her. Again, my mother complains about having to be there, but she knows she has to go. She knows it's her responsibility and I'm trying to help as I can. I can share with you that when I lost my son, Gigi wrote me a check, but didn't want me depositing it to the March of Dimes. I was so upset by that! I guess she wanted me to spend it on myself or my other kids. She didn't know what to do, but really, a donation would've been the best thing that somebody could do for me. It really helped to know that people cared enough to donate in his honor and that meant the world. I'm cutting her some slack though. She is 85 and from a completely different generation. I know that she won't be around forever. I wish my mother would've let me redo the family heritage album. Yes, I scrapbook and I was so wanting to put pictures in protectors and use acid-free everything and label ALL the people, etc. Nope. My mom didn't want me to touch it and I think to myself, Gigi if full of stories and they're going to go when she dies. What is it with people and control? That's what it is. My mother can't give up her control. She still wants to parent me and thinks that she has control over my life and my deicsions. You should've seen the look on her face when I told her that I wasn't working this school year. Freaked out! What about next year? What if you don't have a teaching job? You better this and you'd better that. I've had ENOUGH. I'm following through on a promise that I had made to myself, my family, and my precious angel. It feels great to be following through on a promise. It's something she could nver understand. In fact, I just saw her 2 weeks ago because of Gigi and she asked me about work! Drives me nutz!!! I wanted to share something else, but I'll end this entry now and start a new one later on tonight:)