Today is not a good day depression-wise. Yesterday I visited Mom at the NH and we have a problem. She has fallen twice out of bed because her "baby" (doll) is taken care of by her so well, that Mom hugs the edge of the bed to sleep as "Baby" gets most of the bed. Her face was cut and bruised because she uses her walker to protect the "Baby" and doesn't use the walker for herself when getting up. Now I have to make some kind of basket or crib type for the doll so she can sleep there and Mom can have the bed. So, off to dollar stores and thrift shops today to try to make something for her. This was also encouraged by the facility as a possible answer to this problem. If we put up side rail, which Mom refuses, she just climbs out the bottom anyway. So, my heart is aching and breaking today over this. Mom will be 95 on 4/21. It is so difficult to understand God's reasoning for this, but then, I am not God. One person said that maybe Mom is living long not for herself but for the people who visit her, as it may be something that we need to know and grow from. HIS THOUGHTS ARE NOT OUR THOUGHTS, are they?