From March 20, 2013. Mom is on the eve of her 94th birthday.
A virus has been running through Assisted Living and Mom has been under the weather. No solid food for two days.
She was very disoriented. And while she wasn’t sure why I was there, but she was absolutely certain that several people had been in her room this morning—including Dad and her brother Malcolm, both deceased.
I think she was remembering something that happened many years ago . I kept asking questions and tried, unsuccessfully, to follow her narrative. We hugged a lot. At one point she made a very unusual announcement.
“I think I’m going to get married again.”
“Really?” I said. “Who are you going to marry?”
“Oh, the same person,” she grinned.
Whatever she and Dad had discussed in the morning, it certainly was leaving a lasting impression.
No doubt the confusion will soon lift but I suspect she’d rather stay in the past with Dad.