Mom is Home

This afternoon, when Richard and I came to pick up my mom and take her back to the board and care by access bus (I would ride with her, while R would drive the car back to the board and care), the aides had her in the dining room, and they were trying to shovel food in her mouth. She wouldn't eat it, and said, in Afrikaans, that she couldn't do it anymore and that it was making her sick. That's the only thing I understood because I really don't speak the language. So she's thinner than ever, starving.
I rode with her on the bus, which took a really long way around because they had to deliver someone else home first. Then, as soon as she saw the caregiver, she told him she was hungry. But when the caregiver tried to feed her yogurt, she said it was too sweet. I tried chopped up chicken from the bbq party going out in the yard, where we were enjoying a meal and conversation. But she wouldn't eat that either. She did drink some tea though, 5 tsps. with milk. That's a start.
I signed the hospice papers, and began thinking about investigating Jewish VA burials. I feel exhausted, but I did clean up a bit around our house today too.