A traveler without observation is a bird without wings." - Moslih Eddin Saadi
Day 7 - Kansas City, MO to St. Louis, MO - Daily Distance - 246 miles - The Bucket Trip Distance - 2047 miles
My mom heard the thunderstorm last night. It was one of the things that she wanted to experience on this trip.
A good, old-fashioned, mid-west thunderstorm.
They had already gone down for the night when it started and I was hoping that she wasn't asleep yet.
I was disappointed that I didn't get to see her experience it.
When something is happening that she really likes, she gets a child-like grin on her face.
I wanted to see that grin.
I saw it this morning but it wasn't because of the thunderstorm.
It was because she was able to feed herself.
The loss of her physical abilities has been sudden and dramatic.
One day, she's using a walker. The next day she can't get out of the chair.
When I'm putting her into the car, I typically have to put her hand up to the "Oh Shit" bar so she can adjust herself.
Last night, when we met the Kansas City A's bat boy, he tried to shake her hand. She couldn't do it.
So he high-fived her instead. (Note: Lowest. High Five. Ever.)
We are at a place where being able to feed herself raisin bran is cause for a mini-celebration.
I couldn't be happier about it.
Because she is still fighting.
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