I visited my mom today. She was asleep when I walked into the TV room where she often waits until someone leads her to the next activity. She awoke with a touch and gave me her little surprised look of recognition. Being with her is easy as long as I don’t expect much in the way of conversation or response. I looked through the bag on her walker and threw away five or six used paper napkins that she had stashed away, and showed her some of the birthday cards she had received two months ago. Her eyesight is excellent, so I pointed to the words and names and she nodded in some kind of recognition.
Each time I visit, Mom is less present to this world. She is calm and peaceful and I think, “What a blessing.”
Each time I visit, Mom is less present to this world. She is calm and peaceful and I think, “What a blessing.”
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