"Still at Last," found here

At the end of my conversation with Mother last night, she revealed that she had had a nightmare the night before. Apparently she woke up around 2:20 a.m. hearing herself saying something like, "Oh, I'm so happy to be able to sleep with my husband tonight!" and she was reaching for the pillow on the other side of the bed. Then, whether she went back to sleep or never quite woke up--I don't know--she found herself lying across the width of the bed instead of up and down like our friend, above. What woke her up the second time though, was that she slid right off the bed and landed on the crown of her head. She says her body slid right off the bed behind her head--picture that--and she woke up hitting her head on the floor. Very shocked and scared. So she said she laid there for a couple minutes and when she realized she was okay, climbed back into bed and went back to sleep.
"I thought I should probably tell you because I wouldn't want anyone else around here to be the ones to tell you--just in case."
She's fine, with only a little soreness in her upper back. No headache, dizziness, or visual changes. She won't go to the doctor to be checked out, so we go along as though nothing happened.

Except it is frightening for me to hear that Mother has had this happen. Not since she was a child has she talked in her sleep or fallen out of bed. I don't know if it was just a humdinger of a dream, or if she was thrashing around in bed and ended up laying across the bed instead of being in it with her head near the headboard.

Three weeks ago Mother fell as she was standing on one foot, fresh out of the shower, drying the other foot. Down she went, catching herself on the corner of the vanity. She had a horrible bruise that went the length of her upper arm and was as sore as anything. Fortunately, she put ice on it right away and it didn't get as bad as it could have.

I'm not sure what all of this means or what my role is in all of this. I keep checking on her and she hides bruises, facts, fears. It must be a part of being a mother who is more concerned with her child's happiness than her own. I hope Mother isn't having TIAs. But time will tell. I just talk to her as often as possible, see her as often as I can, and give her something to be proud of--me and my speaking, singing, and work.

We all muddle along in life, uncertain about how to proceed in so many areas. And in the larger scheme of things, all these little things that are happening aren't worth comparing with the glory that we will one day have in heaven. For now we live in bodies that disappear like the grass, and look ahead to the time when we will all be made immortal receptacles of God's glory.