Mama

I went for a visit last night and found momma in pretty good spirits. After I told her who I was and what I was doing there, she made a few very puzzling comments. Then we went for a walk down a few hallways and looked around.


Conversation is truly nonsensical. Also, her hair is falling out.

The best part of the visit [for me] was when I went to the closet and retrieved a book that I'd given her long, long ago. She once told me that she'd read it over many times so I had the sense that she might have liked it. I advised that it was story time and she became quite subdued. Since I enjoy reading aloud very much, it was a nice few moments for both of us. She ate a few grapes and listened, seeming to enjoy the story.

Soon she became tired and a couple of workers came in to put her to bed. I said goodnight to her and made my exit, feeling slightly less guilty than I had before I arrived. I have not visited very regularly in the past few months.

As I was walking through the door, I heard her ask the two workers: did you see my husband?

You never know what kind of impression you are really making on someone...